Losing to the black dog?
We like to think of the black dog as a ferocious beast with a snapping jaw
He's a Doberman with untrimmed claws that like to dig away at our sanity
Until there's nothing left at all
He's full of mange, eyes filled with a fearful rage
He'll tear you limb from limb and watch you fall
Right?
I like to think of his brother as a smiling black lab
Toppling over his victims with kisses and a thrashing tail
Free from the hands of this angry world
He's untouched
I'd like to think I could be forgiven
That I'd be shown enough mercy for such a greeting
His smiling face sniffing mine
Waking me up from a bad fever dream
Grinning and ready to play
I would go back 10 years. 24 to 14
Laying in the grass under a late September sun
This place has no hatred, no fear, no shadowy corners to hide in
It smells like summer kissing fall
It sounds like your best friend's laughter
And it feels like looking into the eyes of the one you love 1,000 times over
When we come back Home we're children once again
Remastered like an album with your favorite song
We can leave the hurt behind
Once and for all
If only we let ourselves lose
To the black dog
