Dogs in Stereo - Central Air

I swear to god I didn't make
You up you feel so real on the
Fire escape I know your neighborhood watch
Got sick of midnight cigarettes so we snuck out of the side door

You lay sideways in a sick fashion
Central air would be nice
But this window does the job
You wore short shorts in the summer
Put on a crewneck in the fall
And even though it was still hot out
You ran away and I still don't know if you were real at all

I swear to god I didn't make
You up you feel so real on the
Fire escape I know your neighborhood watch
I swear to god that you were real I swear to god that you were real
I swear to god that you were real
I swear to god that you were

Written by:
Joe Cardina

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