This Dog Won't Hunt - The Cumshots

It was far from a phase

That would hastily pass

Rapidly approaching

Critical mass

Her heart in my hands

My heart in the trash

Guess love never pays

When you’re all out of cash

She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allright

I said: Sure, engrave me into history.

White on white

She said: If you are to be any worse, you’d have to be twins

I said: I’ll race you to recovery.

Last one wins

Stranger rhymes with danger

And knowing nothing would change her

I chose to let her be Just a stranger to me Every journey that I make

Paved with failures and mistakes

After she left, I missed what I lost

So I lost myself, not much of a cost

This dog won’t hunt

Never had a lot of will

Sure have had a lot of won’ts

Wonder if I ever will

Belong

She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allright

I said: Sure, engrave me into history.

White on white

She said: If you are to be any worse, you’d have to be twins

I said: I’ll race you to recovery.

Last one wins

Why won’t you ever listen?

This dog won’t hunt!