The Monster

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
 Get along with the voices inside of my head
 You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
 And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
 I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
 Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey
 Wanted to receive attention for my music
 Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me
 For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
 Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
 When I blew; see, but it was confusing
 'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
 Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)
 Hit the lottery, oh wee
 But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
 It was like winning a used mink
 Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
 I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
 Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
 But I'm actually weirder than you think
 'Cause I'm
 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
 Get along with the voices inside of my head
 You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
 And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
 Well, that's nothing
 Well, that's nothing
 Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
 To seize the moment and don't squander it
 'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
 So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
 (Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders.
 No wonder you're losing your mind the way it wanders.)
 Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo
 I think it went wandering off down yonder
 And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen
 'Cause I need an interventionist
 To intervene between me and this monster
 And save me from myself and all this conflict
 'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it
 My OCD's conking me in the head
 Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
 I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying
 Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
 Get along with the voices inside of my head
 You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
 And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
 Well, that's nothing
 Well, that's nothing
 I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
 It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
 Get along with the voices inside of my head
 You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
 And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
 Well, that's nothing
 Well, that's nothing