[Lyric] Bad Dreams (Zantzinger Chorus)

Please
How do you get blood out of clothes?
Out of the sink?
Back into my face?
Change has been a thing
That I haven't dealt with in forever
Seven years on the road
I'm out of gas, I'm out of steam
I'm out of carrots and I'm out of sticks

And every night it's the same bad dream

I'm sorry for work
I'm sorry I love you
I promise I don't like being halfway in and halfway out
Alone on a concrete floor
I'd cry out for your
But, I mean, what for?
It falls on deaf ears every single time

And every night it's the same bad dream
Half a century gone
I'm sorry I lovе you
One foot in the grave and onе hand too
I'm tired of living in this dumpster of a world
Seven years on the road
I'm out of snacks, I'm out of patience
Out of tricks to keep my eyes open

And every night it's the same bad dream
The room begins to melt and we can't touch anything
When I wake up and the smoke alarm goes off
Every night it's the same bad dream

Every night it's the same bad dream