Bad Dreams - Gnarwolves

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