Sick Dogs

It sort of feels like you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

The kinda thing that just grows and grows

And grows and grows, then explodes

And I don't know if you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

How cold it gets out here

One, two, three, four

I'm staying in, I'll fix the Hinge

Fine, I'll watch Grown Ups again

I'm feeling bad, call mom and dad

Maybe they'll ask me how I've been

They don't ask, they'd rather trash

The PTA, green M&Ms

I'm feeling bad, I'm feeling lost

Someone explain how much it cost

How much it cost

I'm freaking out, I start to drown

Maybe I like the way it sounds

Don't write that down, it's just a joke

When I die it'll be the smoke

I'm feeling cold, this woman's old

As if she knows something I don't

She's lookin' bored, am I a chore?

Extensive thoughts on Simpson lore

I'm gonna go, I've gotta go, I think my car is getting towed

She's said, "That's not a real window"

It sort of feels like you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

The kinda thing that just grows and grows

And grows and grows, then explodes

No, I don't know if you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

How cold it gets out here

How cold it gets out here

Don't wait up for me

I'm finally getting clean

And I'll build my self-esteem

Sick dogs don't die for free

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Sick dogs don't die for free

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

It sort of feels like you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

The kinda thing that just grows and grows

And grows and grows, then explodes

I don't know if you know, you know

You know, you know, you know

How cold it gets out here