Beware of Dads with Shotguns | 10 September 2015
I'm terrified of parents
who are still inside of their kids' heads
because I always turn into the monster
That shakes the ground and makes earthquakes
From underneath their beds.
See, I have a bad habit of waiting
For people to miss me
until I'm stuck staring holes into my ceiling
Sharpening my teeth
until they've lost track of where I'm supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be sure of myself
With huge trophies lining the top shelf
Entirely selfless with a clear path, an end in sight
But they don't account for idiopathic problems
And nobody asks me if I'm doing alright
I think we're all assuming
And we're unsure of what we're doing
In conclusion, we don't need each other's company
But in all honesty, your bedroom is my burial site.
who are still inside of their kids' heads
because I always turn into the monster
That shakes the ground and makes earthquakes
From underneath their beds.
See, I have a bad habit of waiting
For people to miss me
until I'm stuck staring holes into my ceiling
Sharpening my teeth
until they've lost track of where I'm supposed to be.
I'm supposed to be sure of myself
With huge trophies lining the top shelf
Entirely selfless with a clear path, an end in sight
But they don't account for idiopathic problems
And nobody asks me if I'm doing alright
I think we're all assuming
And we're unsure of what we're doing
In conclusion, we don't need each other's company
But in all honesty, your bedroom is my burial site.