Set Your Monster Free

Daughter, I once thought
That I had angels in my room.
They were sleeping on my fan while I was dreaming of you.

And daughter, I once had
Such desire to believe
That our lives had been planned out by an unseen deity,

But you don't have to waste your time
Holding on to beautiful lies.

Daughter, I once knew
That everything that I believed
Was good, and fair, and true, and consistent with my needs.

But daughter, I am wrong
Almost as often as I'm right.
So daughter, just be strong enough to make up your own mind,

Because you don't have to waste your time
Holding on to beautiful lies.
No, you don't have to waste your time
Holding on to beautiful lies.