I am someone who until recent events
You shared your secrets with
And your location, you forgot to turn it off
And so I watch as you walk
Into some bar called The Black Dog
And pierce new holes in my heart
You forgot to turn it off
And it hits me
I just don’t understand
How you don’t miss me
In The Black Dog, when someone plays The Starting Line
And you jump up, but she’s too young to know this song
That was intertwined in the magic fabric of our dreaming
Old habits die screaming
I move through the world with a heart broken
My longing state unspoken
And I may never open up the way I did for you
And all of those best late plans
You said I needed a brave man
Then proceeded to play him
Until I believed it too
How you don’t miss me
In the shower, and remember how my rain-soaked body
Was shaking, do you hate me?
Was it hazy, for a cruel fraternity?
I pledged, and I still mean it
Old habits die screaming
Six weeks of breathing clean air
I still miss the smoke
Were you making fun of me?
With some esoteric joke?
Now I wanna sell my house
And set fire to all my clothes
And hire a priest to come and exercise my demons
Even if I die screaming-ing
And I hope you hear it-it-it
And I hope it’s shitty in The Black Dog
When someone plays the starting line and you jump up
But she’s too young to know this song
That was intertwined in the tragic fabric of my dreaming
This tail between your legs, you’re leaving
I still can’t believe it
‘Cause old habits die screaming