MONSTERS!

Monsters
The boy least likely to

This town is full of monsters

Holding hands with other monsters

And attempting to be human beings

Shuffling around the shops

And waving at balloons

This town is full of monsters

Sitting on park benches

Eating little packets of sultanas

Licking chocolate off their chubby little fingers

And I don't know why

It is they scare me

But they do

And the thing that really frightens me

Is that all my friends from school

Are turning into monsters

Picking patterns out for curtains

Making friends with all the other monsters

Pushing little baby monsters

Around the shops in prams

This town is full of monsters

Peeping out from under parked cars

In multi-storey car park

Evil little eyes like fairy lights

Blinking in the dark

This town is full of monsters

Making out with other monsters

Picking sweet corn out of their teeth

Dipping pissy little fingers

In the pick 'n' mix

And I don't even know why

It is it scares me

But it does

And the thing that really frightens me

Is that the people I used to love

Are turning into monsters

Getting married having babies

Telling me how great their life is

And how happy I would be if I could

Just be more like them

No começo eu não era um deles... Mas agora... Eu acho que estou me tornando um monstro também. Sometimes I just don't want to grow up.

Nightingale

Escutando: God takes cares of the little things - The boy least likely to

Foto: monsters, part 1 - by mutsy