I used to have demons in my room at night

Desire, despair, desire... sooo many monsters!

Oh but now...

(I don't find myself bouncing home whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry)

Some people never say the words

“I love you”

It’s not their style

To be so bold

Some people never say those words

“I love you”

But like a child they’re longing to be told