Got a pill in my pocket for the day that I don't feel good
Doc said it'll make me feel another way, I know I should
You see it every day, so much anxiety,
Getting sick like a disease taking over
It's a part of me,
I can't deny it but I'll try to push
It down when I'm in public talking to you
My little monster
Talk to me
It's such a shame that it's a ceiling,
Held above your head by a lonely thread
And the sun's supposed to help
Oh, it's such a shame the way you feel it,
Make a toast to the bad times reminiscent
Some things are better left unsaid
My little monster, talk to me now
My little monster, talk to me now
My little monster
Talk to me
