Got a white collar, but I still get the blues
You've been gone forever but I still wanna tell you the good news
Want to go to your graveside, wanna play Black star
Want to sing a song for the baby but Marr has really set the bar too high
Another headache, another eight-hour shift
It's getting really hard to pretend I give half a shit about anything
But you and the dog,
You and the dog and myself and my decaying mental health
I wish I had more to say
But I'm just hoping I can make it through another f*cking day