The Salty Song (Erotic Nightmare Summer)

You're next to me
And I'm so fucking salty!
In my bad dreams
You're pulling out my teeth
And I can't sleep, because you're wide awake
Talking your shit to me

You're not so slick
Won't catch me on the flip
Go talk that shit
Just know that I don't forget
Could've been like a dream
Painted in water color
When did you get so mean?
Erotic nightmare summer

You're next to me
And I'm so fucking salty!
In my bad dreams
You're pulling out my teeth
And I can't sleep, because you're wide awake
Talking your shit to me

You're the Grim Reaper in the corner of my room
Laughing at me, rubbing salt into my wounds
We could've been anything that you wanted
I changed the locks and your number, I blocked it
Your pressure to grow, you know that it breaks me
While you're counting favors at some bullshit company
I don't want a degree!

You're next to me
And I'm so fucking salty!
In my bad dreams
You're pulling out my teeth
And I can't sleep, because you're wide awake
Talking your shit to me