Xy

What's up, big guy?
What'd you do this time?
Did you soil the carpet again
What's the nature of your crime?

You're 2 feet tall
But you talk like a man
You're 7 years old
But you still can't use the can

I envy you, i really do
The ability to bathe once a month
To get away with it
Get so much attention
And then play and sleep till kingdom come
I reckon it's some sort of innocence
An oblivious strain of happiness
Your behaviour doesn't make much sense
But we'll just call it childhood, i guess

I don't think you realise it, kid
Given how busy you are with scratching your ass
It's funny how you, a small black dog
Are all the water in my half empty glass

When i look at you
And talk to you
I can see it in your eyes that you understand
You're the passive narrator of this life we rue
And you can piss on the carpet for all i care
But i know i'm gonna hate it when you ain't there
With the way we've grown together
I'd really love to play with you forever, boy
You yappa like the Zappa and you look like a toy
But before you go to bed, here's a song for you Xy



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Writer(s): Jaiditya Jha
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