Six weeks of breathing clean air I still miss the smoke Were you making fun me with some esoteric joke? Now want to sell my house and set fire all clothes And hire a priest come exorcise demons Even if die screaming hope hear it it's shitty In The Black Dog When someone plays Starting Line jump up But she's too young know this song That was intertwined in tragic fabric our dreaming 'Cause tail between your legs you're leaving can't believe old habits