My dog, back in the day, back when my brother used to say "Donuts go down like fishes inside of hippos," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when I would always say "I'll love you always, and I'll never leave you, ever, baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when my mother used to say "You are my sunshine. Please, don't take my sunshine away," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. My dog, back in the day, back when your stepdad used to say "You gonna cry? I'll give you something to cry about," baby, oh, I miss my old gods. Oh, I miss my old dog. I miss my old gods. ​Let's trade compact discs. I'll trade you Cypress Hill for Limp Bizkit; it's a deal; is it?​ Collective Soul for some Soul 4 Real or Blue Traveler's Four, I'll take a few more. Your compact discs all have scratches and scrawls, "chasing waterfalls," TLC, Fastball. I'll take some Tupac for some classic rock. What volume of Jock Jams is in your stock? Some Marcy Playground, System Of A Down, I'll take Insane Clown Posse and Zac Brown. Give me De La Soul, Foo Fighters, and Hole. And, give me some Soul Asylum, and Lit, and Missy's "Work It." I want all the hits and deep tracks, 'cause it's, it's fun to trade CDs with you. Oh, it's fun to trade CDs with you. Oh, I have a few CDs for you. Is this the real thing, when we are en route? Is this just Cincinnati? Can you hear me sing these sad songs about how you are looking at me? Making wild jokes at a blue motel, and arguing and kissing, is this the real thing? You’re dressed as my best friend. Is this what we’ve been missing? Let’s get chili. Let’s get fries, Cincinnati, Cincinnati, the real Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Cincinnati, the real Cincinnati. I notice you, every day, looking at my hair and noticing the greys. Yeah, I grow them all for you. I can piss you off in ways that I never thought you ever would be phased; yeah, I kind of like it, too. Poetry, vodka, and some Keeping Up With The Kardashians is what we need, is what we need. You frustrate me, every day. Girls, sometimes, just need chased; that’s what they say; but, I go so wild for you. You give me those puppy eyes. And, suddenly, I am able to realize that you’re crazy for me, too. Poetry, vodka, and some Keeping Up With The Kardashians is what we need, is what we need. Poetry, vodka, and some Keeping Up With The Kardashians is what we need, is what we need. It's terrifying, in the snow, on a December night, in Ohio, a long way from a dark snow storm, 17 years, at home and warm. On a Friday afternoon, despite our age, it's still too soon. But, you were confident and proud of the life you lived so loud. It's terrifying, in the snow, on a December night, in Ohio, a long way from a dark snow storm, 17 years, at home and warm. On a Friday afternoon, despite our age, it's still too soon. But, you were confident and proud of the life you lived so loud. Lily, your silly face really made my day. We ran through the woods as fast as we could, in the rain, the water, and clay. That was a beautiful day. Lily, I'm really gonna miss your face, my shadow, everywhere I go, and we’ve been all over the place. I'll always remember you this way. Little, Lily Longpillow, things are gonna change, but you are a god as much as a dog and your soul is here to stay. I'll always remember you this way.