Some days I won't be crushed until sunrise
Some days I won't be crushed until noon
But somehow I always end up getting trampled
By the elephant in the room
Poor weeping willow
Torn out by the roots
I'm making no excuse
But how can I relax knowing you're out there
Off in the meadow
Vicious violent brute
Tortured by the truth
How can I relax knowing you're out there
Some days ill fight him off with a shotgun
Some days I'll fight him off with a broom
But mostly I just avoid making eye contact
With the elephant in the room
He's in my head
He's stomping on the bed
He's wishing I was dead
He's in my head
How can I relax knowing you're out there