Lyrics

I’ve never left the Midwest
So maybe that’s why I can cut myself to American football at night
In the hopes that I’ll be fine
I’m a monster
I’m a monster
I’m a monster
I’m a monster in your eyes
I’m a monster
I’m a monster
I’m a monster
I’m a monster in disguise
Let's meet at 8 o'clock at the canal
We can walk or talk or something
But where are you now?
It's 10 o'clock and I’ve been waiting in the cold
My night is soaked and now this is getting old
I never see your face at any of my shows
But you always say you’ll be there
But that’s how this goes
It's 10 o'clock and I've been waiting way too long
Hope your cat died or something again, FUCK!!
Maybe you hate me
Maybe I’m clingy
Maybe I text you too much when you're out with your friends who are cooler than me
Maybe it's my fault
Maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I should’ve believed you when your cat died or whatever the fuck that you say
I’m a monster
Written by: Cooper Burton
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