Little Monster

Hey there, little guy.
Whatya got in those ten ton jaws?

Hold on, friend
Give me a sec
I'm speaking to the monster inside your chest.
You see there is a hairy green creature
with craggy, peaky fangs
I can see him there inside your ribs
From your heart his claws do hang.

He says that I can't have you now
The evil little bear
He says I'll have to leave you be
Says he owns you fair and square

But you and me, little monster,
we're gonna have a chat
Sit down and listen, you piece of shit,
I'll tell you where we're at.
I want my friend to hear me
Want them to breath again
But as long as you reside inside
My friend is broke and bent.

I get it, you're hungry and you feed on fear and pain
But, you see, I'm impatient and must insist to have my friend back again.

You know what, I understand, it's hard to rip you out
So instead, let's build a little room, four little walls to be your living tomb.
Don't worry, we won't forget you're around
We'll send a card at Christmas and toast you on New Year's Eve
We'll check on you from time to time to see that all is sound.

But let me say this loud and clear
so you don't miss a word.
Though you might have residence in my dear friend's heaving chest
I will always be out here watching you
and minding what is best.

You can't have my friend all the time
Not even every other week
Because my friend is too strong, too brilliant, too important and just too goddamn neat.

So hang out in your little room and wreak your havoc there
Out here my friend and I will be living and laughing
Try and stop us if you dare.