Uploaded November 2009 | Updated September 2026, 7 hours ago
Here is a picture of my dog Dennis. I have not seen Dennis in 7 months, but as of today, will be home to see him in 37 days. This song is most certainly not about Dennis.
I was torn at the seams,
then i felt born in a dream,
but now you're gone and i see the illusion.
I wipe away all the water,
accept i have nothing to offer and
submit confidence for the slaughter in seclusion.
Now, I don't know...
So i'm storming off and i choose to ignore
all your cries for me that chase me out the door
and i know your heart is broken,
but i've driving off 'cause i've had enough of it.
Our home was the ocean.
We were a sinking ship.
You were a Montesque
and me a Capulette.
Now you live inside my head, as i cannot help but let you,
but my teeth would show much more if I had never met you.
Here is a picture of my dog Dennis. I have not seen Dennis in 7 months, but as of today, will be home to see him in 37 days. This song is most certainly not about Dennis.
I was torn at the seams,
then i felt born in a dream,
but now you're gone and i see the illusion.
I wipe away all the water,
accept i have nothing to offer and
submit confidence for the slaughter in seclusion.
Now, I don't know...
So i'm storming off and i choose to ignore
all your cries for me that chase me out the door
and i know your heart is broken,
but i've driving off 'cause i've had enough of it.
Our home was the ocean.
We were a sinking ship.
You were a Montesque
and me a Capulette.
Now you live inside my head, as i cannot help but let you,
but my teeth would show much more if I had never met you.
