Sick Dogs

It sorta feels like you know, you know, you know, you know, you know The kinda thing that just grows and grows and grows and grows and 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) 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 But they don't ask, they'd rather trash The PTA, green M&M's I'm feeling bad, I'm feeling lost Someone explain how much it costs How much it costs I'm freaking out, I start to drown Maybe I like the way that 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 looking bored, am I a chore? Extensive thoughts on Simpsons lore I'm gonna go, I've gotta go I think my car is getting towed She said that's not a real window It sorta feels like you know, you know, you know, you know, you know The kinda thing that just grows and grows and grows and grows and explodes 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 I'll build my self-esteem Sick dogs don't die for free Sick dogs don't die for free It sorta feels like you know, you know, you know, you know, you know The kinda thing that just grows and grows and grows and grows and explodes I don't know if you know, you know, you know, you know, you know How cold it gets out here