Hours Eastly - Monsters lyrics

I tend to run dry Coming untied I do the best that I can Not to lie to my friends I like the sunshine Try to be positive I say some dark things But I'm not tryna be grim Been spendin' all day Wishin' you were around f** your call back You should've picked up I'm goin' blind here I'm on overload I'm under-impressed I think I've run out of luck I run my own game Lose my own game I pay the bills So what if I'm a little behind It's not a contest I make my own art Nobody wants it but hey I've got a lot on my mind I was a young boy Out in New Orleans I met a girl I could love I should've gave her a kiss Out in the streetlight I took my pa** I saw that look in her eye The kind of look that you miss I'm not a mean guy But I've had them green eyes When I look into the abyss I feel my gaze is returned I fight my monsters I wonder what I've become Perhaps a monster to some Count it among my concerns Don't wanna get high I just wanna be high Throw on my dress shoes And cut up a rug I'll be your workhorse But I'm sleepin' real late I gave all my money up To these leaches s**in' my blood I was a young boy Hiding in a ravine The fairest face I had seen Was swimming deep in my mind It's childish stuff But just to look was enough I wrote your name down At least a thousand times