Favorite Pet

Get out of my house
Get out of my head
Old game of cat-and-mouse
I don't wanna play now
I would rather just rest instead

Why'd you have to come around?
The timing 's not right, I've found
I can't serve you now
My mind is not the best
And my body's been worn out

Your force is just too loud
I don't wanna hear the sound
Why did you seem so proud
When you said you'd take me now?

Contact at my weakest point
Drive me back to old Illinois
As your favorite pet

Take me off to the vet
Ditch the life that I had
It's off with my head
But it's hard to stay mad
You know best
But I don't wanna be dead
No, I'm convinced
I'm happy now
Just turn the car around
I don't wanna be put down



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Centella
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