My baby, my baby
Rita said that you were obnoxious
You were never mine
You're my baby, say it to me
Rita said that I should put you back outside
Did I ever want you to be mine?
Baby, my baby
You were only a baby
You certainly did
Tell your baby that I'm your baby
When you died
You never talked about me as much as I talked about you
I bet on losing dogs
I always had a soft spot for runts
You always liked winning
I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place by the ring
I can't not help them
I always wanted to support him
Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down
I had so much faith in this one
Those big blue eyes...
I'll be there on their side
I was always by her side
I always wanted to be by his side
I'm losing by their side
I didn't spend enough time by her side
I just wanted to be by his side
Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs?
My dad said not to waste my time on her
We were pushed together so much that I got pushed away
I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place
By the ring
I wanted to take care of her
He was changing but I still wanted to be with him
Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down
But I'm not a natural caregiver
He spun me all around and then he asked me not to spin
I wanna feel it
I related to her so much
But I wanted to be with him
I bet on losing dogs
I'm a losing dog
He was a winning dog
I always want you when I'm finally fine
I've had such a good month...
Anytime I hear his voice or see his face...
How you'd be over me looking in my eyes when I come
You always looked in my eyes
You never looked in my eyes
Someone to watch me die
I lost my best friend
Someone to watch me die
I love dancing. I admitted it the other day. I said it and she didn't understand. I told her; I love dancing.
I hate dancing.
I spun all around and he told me to keep spinning
I learned to hate spinning
She'd spin all around and I'd watch
I learned to love spinning
He'd spin me all around, then he'd ask me not to spin...
I love dancing.
Dancing is like a release. I can't dance. She doesn't dance.
I'm dancing everyday don't want the rain to go away
We loved the rain.
We didn't do anything.
He loved the rain.
I love the rain.
Dancing is like discovering a part of yourself you never knew or a part of you that once was.
Mommy issues make writers.
Nowadays I'm a songwriter but definitely 4 years ago I could say this is 100% true
Daddy issues make artists.
My dad loves my art and insists on keeping it
Lately he's been hating my art
I've done art all my life
Family issues make musicians.
Under every circumstance I label myself as a musician
I've been a musician since birth and I'll be a musician until I die
Sibling issues make fighters.
I'm very mentally pugnacious and ballsy
I think it's fitting because one of my siblings is a 3 year old and the other one is a fetus
Friend issues make dancers.
I'm not a dancer.
I love dancing.
