Minnesota

It was cold, so we ran inside
We were laughing about something sad
I raced head on into my walls
Now I'm cleaning up the teeth and the blood

I saw you cry
And each tear drove
A hole through me

You hate it when I hurt myself
But it feels like recompense
That I'd dive to the bottom of the ocean
To keep myself a thousand miles
Away from you

Wolves at your door
Tomorrow, I will be older
And you'll be gone
To Minnesota

And I hope I burn in hell
And I wish the sky would fall in
And still, if you call my name
I'll be your favorite dog
With my name in your hand



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Clancy
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