BED TIME

Stuck in a alternate universe, where it seems like shit is worse and I keep having a dream about a Cadillac hearse
Nightmares seem like a tomorrow that’s already written, it always start with the drop because I’m sitting, then straight cannons start ripping
Scramble off the floor grabbing my waist, I’m not hit but I gotta fire back and I’m losing the race, I’m tryna take off a face and not leave like ace
I wake up in a casket hearing everybody I love crying, I’m alive I’m not dying pushing up the casket but it’s too heavy, so I stop trying