I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You try to save me, stop holding your breath Yeah, you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I wanted the thing, but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess biggest camp in Juicy I wanted to receive attention from my music I wanted to be left to lonely public Excuse me for wanting my kick and eat it to Wanting it both ways, fame made me a balloon Cause back, ego in play the way I built See where there was confusing Cause all I wanted to do is pee The Bruce Lee, a blues leaf, a blues thing Used it as a two-won-up blues theme Hit the lottery only, but with what I gave up to get Was there a sweetie, what's laughing, you know, you used me I run it cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink I'm beginning to lose sleep One sheep, two sheep, going cook, cooking, cooking, cooking But I'm actually waiting for you to think Cause I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath And you think I'm crazy, you think I'm crazy Well that's nothing Well that's nothing Well that's nothing