Don't wanna talk about it Don't wanna hear about it Don't wanna think about it I wanna shrug it off I wanna make light of it Let it fall between the cracks I wanna laugh about it When years have passed Saw a black dog painting By the house tonight Red tongue lolling Eyes all white I can't turn a corner Just can't let my guard down Can't even close my eyes Without it being there Don't wanna talk about it Don't wanna hear about it Don't wanna think about it I wanna shrug it off And I know deep down that I haven't changed at all But I'm slowly getting better At covering up Underneath a flimsy pavement We buried, smiling, a raging bog We were cocky, young and callous I guess we had nothing else to do And all the while it lay in waiting And took on the form of a charcoal dog