Dreams

Once I told my mama that I,

I wanna run out there with the rest of the kids,

wanna sing like everythings alright,

wanna put my heart on my sleeve,

and my mama,

my mama told me it's nice to have dreams.

One day I told my father that I,

I wanna color out of the lines,

I wanna take this colorbook bird

and I wanna make it fly,

and my father,

my father told me it's nice to have dreams.

So I'll just dream, dream, dream,

lying on my bed with a fucked up head,

dreaming fucked up dreams,

of fucked up things,

because it's nice to have dreams.