Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mean Dreams, artist - DBMK. Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Song language: English
Mean Dreams |
| Now |
| Place my fear in a jar |
| That’s how the conversation starts |
| I hear you talk so smooth |
| I break my back over everything i do |
| I got so many faces I can be what you want |
| And I’m the only apparition with the stomach in knots |
| Changing into people that never tell me to stop |
| I’m terrified of sleeping so I’m always slipping into all my |
| Mean dreams, there’s an aching |
| Sew me up, it’s just my luck |
| I never, ever seem to be enough, no |
| Feel the sting |
| Caught in between |
| Nothing in your chest, doing your best |
| I never, ever seem to get any rest, no |
| Creep around the scene |
| I’m hanging portraits of beliefs |
| You are the only living soul who isn’t scared to death of me |
| Your boy’s outside and I guess that’s fine |
| But I bet he doesn’t understand your love of the night |
| Searching for the brave nocturnal slip |
| She’s a body in a cemetery full of dance hits |
| Oh, I can be what you want |
| And I’m the only apparition with the stomach in knots |
| Changing into people that never tell me to stop |
| I’m terrified of sleeping cause I’m always slipping into all my |
| Mean dreams, there’s an aching |
| Sew me up, it’s just my luck |
| I never, ever seem to be enough, no |
| Feel the sting caught in between |
| Nothing in your chest, doing your best |
| I never ever seem to get any rest |
| Superficial speaker |
| You were stuck in the teenage |
| And I am not the boy that comes in cool in the first place |
| I only think in poetry, none of it’s any good |
| Living in my prose and I keep it under the hood like oh |
| I’ve been schemin' low on the Plan B, yeah |
| You never understood what the words mean |
| Watching how you feel when the night comes |
| You think you know the deal just like everyone |
| Yeah I keep it imperfect on purpose |
| You think you comprehend when you’re scratching the surface |
| I’m holed up with anxiety, I’m only living outwardly |
| I have to keep on talking so I can find something worth it |
| Mean dreams, there’s an aching |
| Sew me up, it’s just my luck |
| I never, ever seem to be enough, no |
| Feel the sting caught in between |
| Nothing in your chest, doing your best |
| I never ever seem to get any rest |
| Mean dreams, there’s an aching |
| Sew me up, it’s just my luck |
| I never, ever seem to be enough, no |
| Feel the sting caught in between |
| Nothing in your chest, doing your best |
| I never ever seem to get any rest |