I fell back in the same routine I guess you don't know what I mean I mean, I thought I had been obsolete There's nothing left but to clear and clean This muddy mess I made today I tried to think the bad thoughts away I'm holding hardly on to it The grip is there, but it's starting to slip All of our friends are gone Walking their wandering dogs Fucking off in the fog, feeling so lost Felt fatigued from a common cold I tried to be brave, I tried to be bold I made amends just to break the mold But I lost my step and away I rolled All of our friends are gone Walking their wandering dogs Fucking off in the fog, feeling so lost