When I said I wanted to be your dog
I only meant so you could tie me up
I only meant so I could lick the crumbs
That fell under your table
I only meant so you could walk me around
All naked on the floor with my nose to the ground
On a leash
And have me doing tricks for you
Girl you're not the girl of my dreams
No you're more like a symptom of low self-esteem
And boy, you're not a boy to rival James Dean
Just a fleeting distraction in a habitual bad dream
But I'm still
Chasing sticks for you