I told your dog that I miss him, you ran crying to the kitchen. I don't know what I'm feeling, I don't know what it is I'm saying.
But I'm not staying, and I think you should go. Leaves this empty playpen, leaves the dog with our ghost.
I know the cows remind you of me I know you wish you had heard me leave I know you wish that would've been me I know the lows call in you for me
Don't be the ghost that never got to dying. I'm not the host, for your passive crying.
Lucia Palomo