Still haven't made my bed
And my hair is wet from the night before
You said "honey, now that Laika's gone
Can you please let go of his cold dark paws?"
I remember the night that we brought him home
He was hyper as hell, scared the kids half to death
Then broke into the pantry when
Everyone was asleep
We took him on road trips and watched TV
If the door bell rang, he'd get all crazy
Jumping up and down, looking for treats
I wanted to think he was looking for me
When the ground turned white, and you showed up
I couldn't believe that my dreams had been made up
By the part of the brain that still hopes for good things
Seems the sun has gone, and I've lost my way
Aaaayyyyyyyyyy...
Well, I
Still haven't made up my mind
Now I'm wondering, "was that by design?"
Always stuck around in the in-between
Trying to find reasons this happened to me
Went to a service for Sputnik
I crumbled down when I saw his picture
Thought of my dog that I had lost
Then I felt his nose touch my shaky hand