Beware of the Dog

I hate coming home, I don't mean to but I never come back whole

I left a piece of myself in your arms and it won't let go

It's gonna be fine, I don't need it, think it's best just left alone

You always say that you will but I know that you won't let go

Imagine it's death, drunken text and then you're there across the street

Just like the way that it looked in a dream I'd hate to think you still know where I sleep

Now something's gone wrong, headlights fuse, they melt you down and then you're gone

Are you still there, was that me all along?

Haven't you got what you wanted now?

Did you get what you want?