Monsters Under My Bed

I wake up in the morning and the feeling hasn't left

And I'm not sure if I was dreaming because I'm not sure if I slept

Part of me wishes that we'd never had that little chat

Who's great idea was that, who's great idea was that?

We talked for hours and then I ask you what you think

And as the ticking clock gets louder and my heart begins to sink

The silence that escapes your mouth as you hold your tears in

It punctures my lungs and it makes my head spin

And I miss the days when the scariest thing about life was, the monsters under my bed

But now all is said and done, and those monsters, they have run

And what you've said has now become number one