Old Dog

I thought that I was something. Some kind of satisfied. I’m been staring at the stars, praying to be justified. Admitted to myself how I lost all my control. Now it’s candles every April, a decade of unknowns.

I only got one chance, I only got one wish. I’d go and find that motherfucker yeah, I’d watch him dig a ditch. I’d lay him down. Like the dog you took out back when I was young.

Well I guess that’s how it’s going going gone.

Been listening to sirens. Looking out for the ambulance. Been watching discount suits flying off the racks again. The apple of my eye, amplified with this affection, now I’m lying on that old black top. Just like heaven once again.

I only got one chance, I only got one wish. I’d go and find that motherfucker yeah, I’d watch him dig a ditch. I’d lay him down. Like the dog you took out back when I was young.

Well I guess that’s how it’s going going gone.

Is the reason you’re calling the static or the tone? Or is it hearing it the weaps from some old friends back home. Now every hour I’ve been dreaming of somewhere new. Just a clean start from everything I once knew. Every hour it feels like it’s the perfect time to leave this party fashionably on time. It’s what it was. It’s what it will be. It’s who we are.