Nathan Yarborough - Dog Years lyrics

[Verse 1] I love you but your heart is made of gristle I love you like a [?] missile And when I come, I always whistle It's the liquid on your tongue, it always ripples [Chorus] Don't dial, dial Don't dial Don't dial, dial Don't dial [Verse 2] I love you for my cuts, it makes me wanna throw up [???] actin' like a grown up I hate my teachers, they always get shown up And now I got the math sk**s of a cup [Chorus] Don't dial, dial Don't dial Don't dial, dial Don't dial [Outro] You came to party And you stepped outside You grabbed your Virginia Slim ultra light Menthol 100s, kush, soft pack You lit a match And the puny flame could barely withstand the wind You looked at me so wild You blew smoke in my twinkling eyes And it burned as the carbon dioxide Activated into my pulsating retinas Staring back at you in awe Like some cutting-edge piece of technological equipment I knew you were the one