Worried I'm getting older, and that my bangs have grown too long
Worried I lost my car keys, or that I've said something wrong
Worried about the mess that's in my house, that's in my heart
Worried that I'll go crazy every time that we're apart
Pessimistic as it seems, sleep will never come that easy
we will always have bad dreams
Fallin in love and into credit debt much too deep too fast
I envy the futures of all my friends
and I get jealous about your past
If it gets too close, if it gets too much
I'm scared I'll disappear
Well babe I might step back but if I go to far
promise you'll wait for me right here
Pessimistic as it seems, sleep will never come that easy
we will always have bad dreams