a song about fruit ninja irl

One, two, three, four

My friend says she studies anthropology
And human beings are predisposed to gossiping
I hope that you'll still talk to me

I'm sorry I got weird when we were naked
I just get scared of your intention
I don't wanna die like this
Why are there all these narratives

I just want this to be a simple thing
But I can't explain myself to people
Can't explain myself to people

Remember the time when we were stoned
And you were sitting on my lap?
I was too nervous to tell ya that my leg went numb

I am a pro baseball player
I am a professional baseball player

I make myself wanna throw up
You were standing by my daddy's truck
(my daddy's truck)
Now I'm seething in your living room
On that weird couch
Under that shit that you bought on Etsy

But I'm totally pissed
Cause I never learnt to play the drumz
Now I have no outlet for my anger
And I hate you and the things that you say

But it's okay
But I
I could learn to love your dog
I could learn to love your dog
(love your dog, love dog)

I could learn to love your dog
I could learn to love your dog
I could learn to love your dog
I could learn to love your dog

I could learn to love your dog
I could learn to love your dog
I could learn to love your dog