If you could do anything You would ruin the best things You would spoil the ending You'd dissolve cotton candy There you are in the rearview Faking landings on the moon Here we are in the driveway, I'm Deciding which tree to run us into Oh, no, you scratched until I bled I hope you choke on your own spit in your own bed 'Cause I know I know how it ends We're not gonna be friends In dog years, you're dead ♪ If you could be anything You would be the worst thing A dry patch when you're sledding And waking up with my lip bleeding Here we are in the driveway Deciding I have more to lose But you should go home to Chicago And take a long walk off the Navy Pier Oh, no, you scratched until I bled I hope you choke on your own spit in your own bed 'Cause I know I know where it ends We're not gonna be friends In dog years, you're dead (dead) (You're dead) (You're dead) (You're dead)