Dog Years - Daddy Issues

If you could do anything

You would ruin the best things

You would spoil the ending

You’d dissolve cotton candy

There you are in the rearview

Faking landings on the moon

Here we are in the driveway

I’m deciding which tree to run us into

Oh no, you scratched until I bled

I hope you choke on your own spit in your own bed

'Cause I know, I know how it ends

We’re not gonna be friends

In dog years you’re dead

If you could be anything

You would be the worst thing

A dry patch when you’re sledding

And waking up with my lip bleeding

Here we are in the driveway

Deciding I have more to lose

But you should go home to Chicago

And take a long walk off the Navy Pier

Oh no, you scratched until I bled

I hope you choke on your own spit in your own bed

'Cause I know, I know where it ends

We’re not gonna be friends

In dog years you’re dead

You’re dead

You’re dead

You’re dead