Dog by Mol Sullivan

I have been the champion of spin
Topsy turvy, my stories read well
I have been lyin' through a grin
Can’t remember myself from before

Oh, the patterns I make
Oh, tryin' to shake it off
Oh, you think you’re sick of me?
I’m sick of myself
And too proud for your help

I have been close to givin' in
Can’t find a reason anymore
I have been shrinkin' in my skin
Can’t get myself off of the floor

Oh, the patterns I make
Oh, tryin to shake it off
Oh, you think you’re sick of me?
I’m sick of myself
And too proud for your help

You had been livin' caged in
I saw you, stepped out of my shame
I took you home, you kissed me on the nose
I held you and gave you a name

My father was about to bury me
Until the love of a dog showed itself to me
You got me out of bed and out of my own head
You saved me from myself, my friend

• Americana
• Pop
• alt-country
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Cincinnati