My Dreams

small death
deep breath
I think I hate myself
I will display myself

hey babe
heat wave
I know a thing or two
about a thing or two

my dreams are a dance floor for my fears
go ahead and try and say it's the time of the year
I waste my money now
I waste my time
and I like it, cause it's mine

my man
his hand
I cannot pace myself
I will erase myself

my dreams are a dance floor for my fears
go ahead and try and say it's just the time of the year
I waste my money now
I waste my time
and I like it, cause it's mine