Be Three Years Old

When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
 When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
 Down at the bottom of the stairs
 You said there's something that I need to tell you
 When I first found you in this gift shop garbage can
 I never thought you would be here this long
 I never thought
 We would hack into the dried spilt milk in our living room
 And form a little cavern form a little yellow cavern
 And watch it weaken and collapse
 While all along we could have just simmered it in a sauce pan so that we could push the skin of our words yes we would paw at them like some sleeping thing
 The last I heard I was yelling be three years old I dare you
 To call out this balled up gray garment for what it is
 And shout out all the names that we know and hope
 That one of them lands correctly
 When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
 When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
 But there was almost no one there
 Tou said there's something that I need to tell you
 I'm not sure if I ever really ever cared and
 That I never should have been here this long
 All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses
 And on and on and on and on