[Verse 1] My knees are locking up from standing tall trying to be a person all day long. It’s exhausting, keeping the spine straight holding up this heavy, frantic brain. I’m done with words. They taste like copper and I’ve run out of smart things to say to anyone. The carpet looks better than the couch closer to the ground, where the air is still. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t ask me about the bills or the future or what I want to be. I don't want to be anything complex. I just want to shrink until I fit in the space between your hip and the armrest. [Chorus] Make me your lapdog, heavy and warm. I’ll trade my anxiety for your hand on my neck. No ambition, no panic, no dread just the weight of my head on your thigh. I’ll be loyal. I’ll be quiet. I just want to exist in your radius and sleep while you watch TV. [Verse 2] I see the way you look at the door when you leave and I want to be the thing waiting on the other side. Not judging you, not needing an explanation just happy because you exist and you returned. Feed me scraps of attention scratch behind the ears where the tension knots up. I won’t offer advice. I won’t try to fix it. I’ll just guard your feet while you work. [Bridge] Being human is too loud. There’s too much static in the signal. Strip it back. Peel it off. I want the simplicity of a collar the safety of knowing exactly where I belong. Leash me to the leg of the coffee table if it keeps me from drifting away. [Chorus] Make me your lapdog, heavy and warm. I’ll trade my anxiety for your hand on my neck. No ambition, no panic, no dread just the weight of my head on your thigh. I’ll be loyal. I’ll be quiet. I just want to exist in your radius and sleep while you watch TV. [Outro] Good boy. Just tell me I’m a good boy. That’s the only truth I need to hear. Curled up. Chin down. Safe.
