Spent a month making space for my worries
Drop it, if it floats
I'll make a plan to start smiling and intend to keep it

Second time in the pit of your stomach
Don't let the panic show
You tell me nothing that I need when I struggle breathing

I was owed it
I'm a chump
Six months
Still dreaming

Bad dreams
Don't fear much when you can't feel nothing
Bad dreams

I was owed it
I'm a chump
Six months
Still dreaming

And for a while I thought I owned it
But I basically was sold it
Over counter print in heavy letters

These bad dreams
Bad dreams
Don't fear much when you can't feel nothing
Bad dreams