This song is dedicated,
to my cat.

Her name is or was,
Furball.

So listen.

I just cut my wrist and I took a fucking shit in my lacer.

Cause I miss her.

She was the love of my life and her whiskers.

I'll have some more of them where I might sit again.

Oh Furball.

Oh the dismay in my eyes when I realized she was gonna die.

I buried her in my backyard.

Oh Furball.

Oh Furball.

Oh Furball.

I came home on a Wednesday evening.

I didn't hear her usual meowing.

I thought what the sigma.

This isn't normal.

Searching each corner of every room.

It's like I'm stuck in a paradox.

Like a wilted flower lying dead in her litter box.

No Furball.

So I buried her in the finest grains of dirt that I could find.

And I prayed to God or whatever being that lives up in the sky.

That Furball.

Has a wonderful afterlife.

She deserves all the canned fish she could ever want and ever meow for.

Furball.

I love you Furball.

I love Furball.

Has a wonderful afterlife.

She deserves all the canned fish she could ever want and ever meow for.

Furball.

Oh Furball.

Oh Furball.