Doghouse - Fog Lake

Art school graduate

I was counterfeit

Halfway down the line

Ran into you blind

I repaired that car

Filled up broken jars

With brandy on our breaths

While we just laid in bed

But don’t say I never warned you about me

Don’t say I never did

I never drove that fast again, no

Won’t you tell me what I missed?

Crashed it one last time

You were almost mine

But I just got back in

And rode over that cliff