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