i m afraid of woozles and heffalumps i can t get no sleep so could you lend me some the monster that s hidden in my brain won t give me a break it s almost past 4 00 i m not tired my mind is at stake my eyes gaze through my window what s looking at me my irises adjust and it s a bunch of leaves and all that s left to say is that it s all in my head i don t think any monsters wanna crawl in my bed i always wake up next to monsters these ghouls and ghosts they drive me bonkers no escape from what i have to do now i m screaming out i m black and blue now i can t get away i can t get away i can t get away i can t get away i m always running back to you i m always running back to you i m always running back to you i m always running back to you5
['bedroom pop', 'indie garage rock', 'san diego indie']