King Kong Is Not Dead

I wake up every morning

I get up every day

I fight the ghosts in my closet

And they don't know that I am afraid

The neighbours know I'm alone now

But they don't care what I do

The billboard wants me to bite them

But I don't want to

I am writing to you

King Kong is not dead

The doors were meant to be open

That's such a nice thing to say

Outside there's playboys and children

Throwing balls, kissing wallflowers' hands

I make the most of my hours

I take the ghosts to a show

We don't like candy and popcorn

We just like you

And we don't want you to go

King Kong is not dead