If it's gonna be a monster movie then make it ugly
In the scenes the demons see
What scares them the most is the way that no one leaves
In a whisper on a front porch
"Could you be more? Could you be more for me?"
In a whisper on a front porch
"Could you be more? Could you be more for me?"
It's not enough.
From a memory of an unclear time
When your parents were the only people
And the sunlight on your old block
And the parking lots where you learned how to get free.