Nightmares - Two Feet

Plot your life out on a graph

X and Y, go

I fell in a pit of snakes (pit of snakes)

At twenty-three

At twenty-three

Boy, fuck, I’m high around you

They want me dry like Chardonnay

My dreams are in the spreadsheets

Don’t test me now

I can’t come back

All the grass was golden-green (golden-green)

The money controlling me

So, I must go

Boy, fuck, I’m high around you

They want me dry like Chardonnay

My dreams are in the spreadsheets

Don’t test me now

I can’t come back