My Dog Died

Jesus Christ, someone hold me. Is it a burden to know me?

My dog died on a Saturday night while my friends got crossed at a club.

He was wrapped up in plastic, gone just like that, and my dad cried and cursed at the wind.

I slept in a park in his old sedan where a stranger cared more than my best friend.

She fed me from the palm of her hand to try and make up for my dog being dead.

I'm in the back while my friends ride in shotgun.

Do they notice I'm not saying a word?

So tell me, tell me you need me.

Is it a burden to know me?

I'm in the back while my friends ride in shotgun.

Do they notice I'm not saying a word?

So tell me, tell me you need me.

Jesus Christ, someone hold me.

Is it a burden to know me?

If I show up late to the party, will any of them notice I was?

Do they laugh this hard when they're with me?

When I speak, do they really listen?

Ambivalence is hatred.

Second best is lame, so tell me that I am your favorite.

I'm in the back while my friends ride in shotgun.

Do they notice I'm not saying a word?

So tell me, tell me you need me.

Is it a burden to know me?

I'm in the back while my friends ride in shotgun.

Do they notice I'm not saying a word?

So tell me, tell me you need me.

Jesus Christ, someone hold me.

Is it a burden to know me?