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