Dreamin

Dreaming There is never meaning to these feelings Pounding in the dirt will keep you breathing Give it up baby you're only screaming To the wall and through the evening All alone High wasted fit like wow And gothic shading For what Afraid to cut him Right now Foolish saint coulda fallen loud A spirit away So all the colors come out I run a blank once In awhile I can't explain myself They won't like that, close it off Never sure, not at all You can tell by the way you talk You think about each step you walk Its too painful To think of opposition Especially opinions that you don't like Be careful you're in charge of your decisions Approach things with discretion You'll be alright Dreaming There is never meaning to these feelings Pounding in the dirt will keep you breathing Give it up baby you're only screaming To the wall and through the evening One chance That's all it takes just to break it I don't pray to a god Yes I don't play little boy That kids got complex Piss him off and he goes red Never gonna see him complain He's the backseat boy Fat cat is the one See What's a god to a gun What Let's getting rolling from the kick Smoking stogies with a Bic With the ones I love With the ones I love With the ones I love With the ones I love With the ones I love With the ones I love Dreaming There is never meaning to these feelings Pounding in the dirt will keep you breathing Give it up baby you're only screaming To the wall and through the evening