the street sounds like a monsterngrinding its teeth all the timenlooking for something to chew onnand i'm the only one it can findni'm here down by my bed andnhiding with my breath in my throathnbeads of sweat on my foreheadnit's gonna find me soon i can tellnni'm always afraid of things that don'tnmake sense of me or i'll dientake me back to when i was a childnni run around in circlesni don't know what to do with myselfnthinking oh my god it will blow nownif i don't forget about thisni need someone to talk tonto get my mind out of thisnbut it's too late they're not gonna answerni have to try anywaynni'm always afraid of things that don'tnmake sense of me or i'll dientake me back to when i was a child