Lyrics

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