My Favorite Le Monster
He looks like rain. He is not mine. I am indoors. I think he crashed the car. I flew through the glass. I guess when it rains it pours. The streets were crawling with vampires, because after your shelf life expires... You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster. Singing "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la" until the fin du monde. I miss my friends and I want to go home and I am tired of taking pills to make me feel better. I spent five years in the infirmary but he never sent me letters. He only sent me dirty polaroids. "You're not f..cked up, you're beautiful" is what I dreamed he said. While I played with myself in the hospital bed. The halls were crawling with vampires, because after your shelf life expires... You're not a kid, you're a monster, monster, monster. Singing "la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la" until the fin du monde. I miss my friends and I want to go home and I am tired of taking pills to make me feel better. I spent five years in the infirmary but he never sent me letters. He only sent me dirty polaroids. I need something warm.
