Eat Dinner Bury The Dog And Run

200 gallons ago, I buttoned up my jacket

I said goodnight to my supervisor, walked to my car, and unlocked it

The inside's so cold, at least the shit's still running

Picked up my cell phone; the roof of the car looks good for slugging

Walked in through my back door like a bull through bedsheets

There were flowers on the floor went from bull, to weak in the knees

Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.

Yeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you.

Put a camera in my car and you'd get me less and less and less.

I need a windshield built for war that can withstand my confidence

Today I reached into a shitter and saw the inmost part of me

My reflection has looked better, but never clean

Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.

Yeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you.

Nights like these won't be avoided.

Not by me.