You’ll be wiggling toes
Pale white, surrounding pink rose
The piggies are back from their chores
Time for bed, time for bed, time for bed

You’ll dream up wonderful woes
Quickly, brush ‘em off, don’t be soft
They’ll be disappearing soon
No regrets, no regrets, no regress

But maybe, they’ll wake up in your
Bedroom, secretly, quietly
And you’ll be screaming out loud
What about, what about, what about my
Time spent working it out
Thought I’d be done with this awfulness
Please just get out of my head