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, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothing
Some of us seem to well be relics of a time before, but at least I can admit I am further than arm's length from the modern era. Though it is true some things never change, and some are more applicable than ever, mayhap even more than those behind them thought them to be or ever meant to. Context is self explanatory in the piece.