Prove to me I’m not gonna die alone.
 Put your arm around my collarbone,
 And open the door. 

 Don’t lie to me if you’re putting the dog to sleep,
 That pet you just couldn’t keep,
 And couldn’t afford. 

 Well prove to me I’m not gonna die alone.
 Unstitch that [bad word] I’ve sewn,
 To close up the hole that tore through my skin. 

 Well my [bad word] in you is a dog with a broken leg,
 Tendons too torn to beg for you to let me back in. 

 You said, “I can’t prove to you you’re not gonna die alone,
 But [bad word] me to take you home,
 To clean up that blood all over your paws. 

 “You can’t [bad word] out,
 Kicking yourself off the bed,
 Kicking yourself in the head,
 Because you’re kicking me too.” 

 Put your [bad word] in me,
 I’m not gonna die alone.
 Put your [bad word] in me,
 I’m not gonna die alone… I don’t think so…