Nightmares

Take all the photographs (photographs)
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