Oh Why - The Dogs

If these are our days

Nothing more nothing less

And we spread our arms and take a spin

But touch only emptiness

Then Why

Wether it’s love or cancer

Shortening our years

It will leave us dying alone

In the arms of a nightmare

So Why

A choice means having some hope

Not Me

A tool to make us all cope

That’s not me

But it’s the slipperiest of slopes

Not Me

When at the end of that road

There’s a rope

Guess that’s me

Hope is so fragile

Like the bones from a bird

Its water’s too shallow

Leave it unstirred

And don’t use the word future

That way too absurd

Describing what we’ll never have

It’s just a vicious joke of a word

Oh Why