I can be romantic

When I'm starving for sleep

When I try but I can't seem

To remember anything

With hair from a dog

I've got a fistful of it's mane

It's too coarse to stomach

So I shove it down my throat

Luck left late Saturday and now

Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed

They watch me sleeping in the kennel again

I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit

If I was listening I could hear it

I'm shock- collared at the gates of heaven

25 years that I've been trying to shake loose

And if I try to sit still

Then someone's breathing down my neck

So I'm embarrassing myself again

I should see myself out

Lay me down in the tub

Throw away my phone

Strap a muzzle to my mouth now

And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed

They watch me sleeping in the kennel again

I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit

If I was listening I could hear it

If I was listening I could hear it

Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a

Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now

I've done nothing right

I've gone wrong beside

I can't see what's there

Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed

They watch me sleeping in the kennel again

I can't recall the bark but the bay I admit

If I listen I can hear

If I listen I can hear

If I listen I can hear

Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a

Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now