a song about the Black Dog..

for some reason i had assumed this was about love until i read the lyrics - rather than listened to them.
really upsettingly hollow.

this old black dog is hounding me, it waits round the corner and hides in the trees. i feel the chill of something blown in on a breeze.
in the light of a cinema screen i hide; laughing i only feel empty inside. crying means nothing, i’ve nothing to say..i wish i could kick this old black dog away. the worst part is knowing my part in it all, yeah the worst part is knowing its nothing at all.
if i can pull myself together i’ll try..i can’t explain the tear that sits in my eye.

i try to outsmart him, but somehow he knows. wherever i am, that fucking dog goes. i’ll kill him the next time - i swear i won’t fail. i’ll kick in his ribs and i’ll rip off his tail.
the worst part is thinking it’s something it’s not..the worst part is thinking it might never stop. the worst part is trying to explain it to you. the worst part is knowing there’s nothing to do.

if i can pull myself together, i’ll try. if i can’t pull myself together..i’ll die.