Dog

This old black dog is hounding me It waits ‘round the corner and hides in the trees I feel the chill of something blown in on a breeze In the light of a cinema screen I hide Laughing I only feel empty inside Crying means nothing, I’ve nothing to say I wish I could kick this old black dog away And the worst part is knowing my part in it all Yeah the worst part is knowing its nothing at all If I can pull myself together I’ll try I can’t explain the tear that sits in my eye I try to outsmart him but somehow he knows Wherever I am, that fucking dog goes I’ll kill him the next time I swear I won’t fail I’ll kick in his ribs and I’ll rip off his tail And the worst part is thinking it’s something it’s not Yeah the worst part is thinking it might never stop If I can pull myself together I’ll try I can’t explain the tear that sits in my eye And the worst part is trying to explain it to you Yeah worst part is knowing there’s nothing to, do If I can pull myself together I’ll try But I can't explain the tear that sits in my eye If I can pull myself together I’ll try If I can’t pull myself together I’ll die