Out of my window
Shadow moving slow
Mirroring me so
That I cannot look, and I lower the blinds down
Talking to myself in my sleep
Dreaming about things like sheep
Regular demon don't wanna view
Only one I never get used to
Under a streetlamp
Middle of the night
Skin was feeling damp
'Cause right in my sight was the regular demon
Talking to myself in my sleep
Dreaming about things like sheep
The night was darker than usual
Interfering my visuals
Wading in a creek
Middle of the day
Felt my knees go weak
Regular demon, won't you get away from me?
Talking to myself in my sleep
Dreaming about things like sheep
Why would I wanna be nice again
When it was good to be cruel again?
He said very nice things to me
He said very nice things to me
He said very nice things to me
He said very nice things to me
He said very nice things to me
He said very nice things to me...
He said very nice things to me
In the summertime when everything was good
He said very different things to me
He said very different things to me
In the wintertime
He said very different things
Something strange thing, he said those things
He said to me, he said everything...
