Dog Days

Dog days are over
Dog days are over
Dog days are over
Dog days are over

As I get older
Chip on my shoulder
Flame starts to smoulder
My feet grow colder

This time, I won’t screw up, God
I won’t be thoughtless
I think I will

I’m nothing special
But it helps me sleep well
To think I’m some sure thing
But I’m a ghost boy

This time, I won’t fuck up, God
I’ll do my work, yeah
I think I will

Every day that passes I feel like drifting
I don’t know where to go, I’m falling far behind
Feel out of place, like no one wants me
Best I can take from this is a better sense of space

No gods or masters
Light fading faster
New California
Cheap marijuana

This time, I’ll just shut up, God
I’ll keep my head down
Just watch me fall

Dog days are over
Dog days are over
Dog days are over
Dog days are over

Dog days are over
Dog days are over
Dog days are over
Dog days are over