You're next to me And I'm so fucking salty! In my bad dreams You're pulling out my teeth And I can't sleep, because you're wide awake Talking your shit to me You're not so slick Won't catch me on the flip Go talk that shit Just know that I don't forget Could've been like a dream Painted in water color When did you get so mean? Erotic nightmare summer You're next to me And I'm so fucking salty! In my bad dreams You're pulling out my teeth And I can't sleep, because you're wide awake Talking your shit to me You're the Grim Reaper in the corner of my room Laughing at me, rubbing salt into my wounds We could've been anything that you wanted I changed the locks and your number, I blocked it Your pressure to grow, you know that it breaks me While you're counting favors at some bullshit company I don't want a degree! You're next to me And I'm so fucking salty! In my bad dreams You're pulling out my teeth And I can't sleep, because you're wide awake Talking your shit to me