ODE TO THE GOODEST BOY
If you've never felt the joys
Of having a good boy standing by your side, well...
You're missing out
Yeah, you're missing out
It's like swallowing the god-damn sun
And when he dreams, I'll bet he thinks of me
T.G.B. on tour with us
Now that's what I call a band mascot
Sound-checking in the milky way...
Make sure to feed him every day
If you think he's gonna run away
It doesn't matter, cause he'll be okay
He's the best that we could ask for
There aren't many things that make us smile anymore
Yeah, we've got a lot to grieve about
And I get scared every time I remember
He'll die too soon
Everyone you love will die too soon
From 9-to-5, he sits all alone
Like a submissive adult trapped in a shitty day-job
He guards the ship when we're not home
Sniffing around. Chewing on bones
It's time to go, he's the GPS
Push a button on his collar and put him to the test
He knows not the weight of reality
Happy to be here standing next to me
Sound-checking in the milky way...
Make sure to feed him every day
If you think he's gonna run away
It doesn't matter, cause he'll be okay
He's the best that we could ask for
There aren't many things that make us smile anymore
Yeah, we've got a lot to grieve about
And I get scared every time I remember
He'll die too soon
Everyone you love will die too soon
Does he even know that I got a tattoo of him?
Does he even know what a tattoo is?
Of having a good boy standing by your side, well...
You're missing out
Yeah, you're missing out
It's like swallowing the god-damn sun
And when he dreams, I'll bet he thinks of me
T.G.B. on tour with us
Now that's what I call a band mascot
Sound-checking in the milky way...
Make sure to feed him every day
If you think he's gonna run away
It doesn't matter, cause he'll be okay
He's the best that we could ask for
There aren't many things that make us smile anymore
Yeah, we've got a lot to grieve about
And I get scared every time I remember
He'll die too soon
Everyone you love will die too soon
From 9-to-5, he sits all alone
Like a submissive adult trapped in a shitty day-job
He guards the ship when we're not home
Sniffing around. Chewing on bones
It's time to go, he's the GPS
Push a button on his collar and put him to the test
He knows not the weight of reality
Happy to be here standing next to me
Sound-checking in the milky way...
Make sure to feed him every day
If you think he's gonna run away
It doesn't matter, cause he'll be okay
He's the best that we could ask for
There aren't many things that make us smile anymore
Yeah, we've got a lot to grieve about
And I get scared every time I remember
He'll die too soon
Everyone you love will die too soon
Does he even know that I got a tattoo of him?
Does he even know what a tattoo is?
Credits
Writer(s): Margaret Emily Claire Gordon
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