Snail Mail

Golden Dream
Head below the surface of a frozen lake Head in the black water, let it seep into my brain God around your neck, though he never did too much for you I wish I knew him better, though I don't think there's much he'd wanna do I'm not yours Know when I mean it I'm not wasted anymore Tomorrow night's impatience and an endless perfect world The morning bleeds into the golden dream just like before Tomorrow I'll feel differently but my mind will be made up Times that I could buy your love, though I don't think that I'd have enough I'm not yours Know when I mean it I'm not wasted anymore Stupid, stupid me, me, me, me From Letras Mania