No Worries II
You made your bed (whoa)
Now just sleep in it
And dreams will cut the words out
I grind my teeth (whoa)
Grind my teeth to chalk
Finding words to say to you
Of all the things we planned
Of all the things we planned
Any fool (whoa)
Fool can carry on with grand delusions
And any dog (whoa)
Dog like me could find
The best way through the fence
Of all the things you planned
And all the things you promised me
But you never done (so worried all the time)
No, you never done (so worried, oh)
This neighborhood
This hood's a border town
Plagued by numbers
This fallen tree
Tree turned into boards
Boarding up the doors to you
Look at all the things we planned
Look at all the things we planned
You could waste your time (on grand delusion)
A dog like me could fine (the best way through the fence)
You could spend your life (without a conclusion)
You were worried about the time
Any fool
Fool could carry on, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
With grand delusions
This fallen tree
Tree turned into boards, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
Boarding up the doors to you (whoa)
This neighborhood
This hood's a boarder town, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
That's plagued by numbers
You made your bed
Now just sleep in it, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
And let your dreams cut the words out
Now just sleep in it
And dreams will cut the words out
I grind my teeth (whoa)
Grind my teeth to chalk
Finding words to say to you
Of all the things we planned
Of all the things we planned
Any fool (whoa)
Fool can carry on with grand delusions
And any dog (whoa)
Dog like me could find
The best way through the fence
Of all the things you planned
And all the things you promised me
But you never done (so worried all the time)
No, you never done (so worried, oh)
This neighborhood
This hood's a border town
Plagued by numbers
This fallen tree
Tree turned into boards
Boarding up the doors to you
Look at all the things we planned
Look at all the things we planned
You could waste your time (on grand delusion)
A dog like me could fine (the best way through the fence)
You could spend your life (without a conclusion)
You were worried about the time
Any fool
Fool could carry on, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
With grand delusions
This fallen tree
Tree turned into boards, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
Boarding up the doors to you (whoa)
This neighborhood
This hood's a boarder town, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
That's plagued by numbers
You made your bed
Now just sleep in it, whoa
Whoa (whoa)
And let your dreams cut the words out
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan O'toole
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