Monsters - Hurricane Bells

The situation's all critical
You've got to look first before you go
If you wasn't too sure then now you know
The situation is all critical

Wait, okay, you've got to look before you go
Wait, okay, you've got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide

The monsters all buried down deep inside
You never know when they're satisfied
Buried down deep where the sun don't shine
The monsters are buried down deep inside

Wait, okay, you've got to look before you go
You're wasting away, okay, you've got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness where I hide

Wait, okay, you've got to look before you go
Oh wait, okay, you've got to look before you go
You're wasting away, okay, you've got to look before you go
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness where I hide
Deep into the darkness

To Mom, Love Mar

Letters. Tiny words expertly written in the most dainty cursive. Mainly blue pen, sometimes black. Words, just pen and paper. Sometimes a "happy birthday", Sometimes a random "thinking of you." One of the most simple things Is what I remember most. She wasn't the best at speaking But neither am I. The easiest way to talk Was with letters. E-mails. Cards. I miss her handwriting. I miss her signature. All things I have mementos of, But nothing replaces the surprise Of a card waiting in the mail, Just to tell me she misses and cares. I wish she could send one from heaven.