Toad The Wet Sprocket

Music and lyrics by glen philips
Theres almost nothing left
You eat my kind for breakfast
What did I expect?
To come here and find anyone?
Find open arms to greet me
And friends to feed me
I sicken myself so much
And you eat my kind for breakfast
You eat my kind
Whatever I fear the most is whatever I see before me
Whenever I let my guard down, whatever I was ignoring
Whatever I fear the most is whatever I see before me
Whatever I have been given, whatever I have been
Seeing myself this way
I am a monster I believe
And seeing is believing