Lyrics Dodie Clark – Monster

Tell me again about how it hurts
Being awfully loud for an introvert
Get out of my room
Smile wiped clean

I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns
I guess I’m human no more
I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain
Oh, how easily passion twists
You think I’m a crazy bitch
I craft my words to fit your head
‘Cause no one listens to the dead

So maybe I will talk to you
The only way I know how to
Mmm, mmm, I’ve said my speech
Mmm, mmm, through sharpened teeth
You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin
Please let the devil in

A meter apart
You blankly stare
We shout in our heads
Are you still in there?
Well this ends bad, then
We knew it would
So we won’t eat our words
‘Cause they don’t taste good

I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns
I guess I’m human no more
I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain
Oh, how easily passion twists

So maybe I will talk to you
The only way I know how to
Mmm, mmm, I’ve said my speech
Mmm, mmm, through sharpened teeth
You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin

I think it might be worth a try
Oh
Am I ready to let this die?
Mmm, mmm, a monster’s here
Mmm, mmm, you plug your ears
But hey, you might just listen to it sing
Please let the devil in

(We won’t eat our words / They don’t taste so good)
(You’ve said your speech through sharpened teeth)

Look, I know that I’ve seen this before
High and mighty, at the top of your list
Adoring every move, now my rank is sinking
But we’re both guilty of black or white thinking
And through my red eyes, you look pale
All of your scars are looking more like scales
Two ugly creatures, two sinister preachers
Blind to the past, like a couple of monsters;
Just a couple of monsters!

So maybe I will talk to you
The only way I know how to
Mmm, mmm, you’ve said your speech
Mmm, mmm, through sharpened teeth
You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin

Oh
I think it might be worth a try
Oh
Am I ready to let this die?
Mmm, mmm, a monster’s here
Mmm, mmm, you plug your ears
But hey, you might just listen to it sing
Please let the devil in

(We won’t eat our words)
(They don’t taste so good)
(We won’t eat our words)
(They don’t taste so good)