Golden Dream - Snail Mail

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