Dead Dog

Insecure And folding at loud noises The guitar's too loud But it quiets all the voices in me Post-traumatic Screaming in the rear-view Dear backseat driver I don't want to hear from you And I always cry In the movies When the dog dies And you'd pull a knife Against an amputee In a fist fight Losing faith And not just in religion With cruel conversations Til' we're kissing in the kitchen again Testimonies Writhing under drugged air Stuck overdosing Old and broken lust affairs Snow is coming soon Can tell by how the leaves are Shelter in my room Feeling out of place But you don't want to leave yet Basking in the taste Of wine and stranger secrets Filling in the space And I always hide From what I don't know For fear of land mines And you seem to thrive Amongst the shit show We know as real life