YELLER

Twenty years, but I feel like I'm hundred
Every year the weight of it just crushes
Like my age is actually in dog years
Hopefully I won't wake in the morning

Forced to speak but don't know what say now
Can't be arsed, I think I might just lay down
Everything just makes it hard to keep calm
Old yeller, put me down on the farm

I told you once before
This life's not worth a shot
I'm like a rabid dog
Please blow my head off
My head off

Keep the grind, to buy the clothes and dumb shit
You don't need but it feels good to own it
Worry dolls to listen to my secrets
Threw them all away, yeah they can keep 'em

Further north, the nature gets more common
All the fields look beautiful in the Sun
Hopped the fence, and saw it all from the peak
But everything I thought about was so bleak

I don't know where you've been
And you sentence me again
To a circle I don't want to stay in

I told you once before
This life's not worth a shot
I'm like a rabid dog
Please blow my head off