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Conscious of the Monsters
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November 2011 There's a question tonight you're lucky i'll never ask,
cause i know you'd lie to me, i could see it in your laugh,
immediately you cop woman me and peek in my flask,
jab the back of my knee and pinch my inner calf,
cause you see i've been drinking and we both know,
where that puts me, my inner demons grow,
i'm conscious of the monsters i meet so i atone,
daylight arrives and i hardly fight the urge to stone,
am i ok? are you on with another,
whatever, girls always leave starting with my mother,
they barely show emotions i mistake em for my brother,
so i pretend to miss signs so i don't ever smother,
i'm on a highway and i stay missing exits,
i laugh at that joke, like they even exist,
here's the twist i've grown more than this,
less than 3 would be true so i say it's sixth.
