Wandering Dogs

I fell back in the same routine
I guess you don't know what I mean
I mean, I thought I had been obsolete
There's nothing left but to clear and clean

This muddy mess I made today
I tried to think the bad thoughts away
I'm holding hardly on to it
The grip is there, but it's starting to slip

All of our friends are gone
Walking their wandering dogs
Fucking off in the fog, feeling so lost

Felt fatigued from a common cold
I tried to be brave, I tried to be bold
I made amends just to break the mold
But I lost my step and away I rolled

All of our friends are gone
Walking their wandering dogs
Fucking off in the fog, feeling so lost



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Mccutchen
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