Petite League Annie
You only look at art to see your own reflection
And it's hard to talk to you with this fever in my sleep
You only say you love me when you're lonely
And I've never been so all alone and I hope to never be
Annie, oh you cut into my dreams
Annie, oh you know my wake up screams
Annie, oh you're my nightmare on Elm Street
Annie, oh you could have killed me in my sleep
I watch my phone from my peripheral visions
And in case you write to say anything at all
There's a sellout crowd to my unconscious screening
But all left early and screamed for their money back, all right now
Annie, oh you cut into my dreams
Annie, oh you know my wake up screams
Annie, oh you're my nightmare on Elm Street
Annie, oh you could have killed me in my sleep
