I break my fast with the hair of the dog
tell my baby get back home
roll my soul in a bottle of fog
tell my baby get back home
each day worse than the day before
tell my baby get back home
since my sugar ain't sweet on me anymore
begged him not to go
oh I begged him not to go
Days drag on one to the next
break my fast with the hair of the dog
I feel I'm cursed, Lord, I don't feel blessed
roll my soul in a bottle of fog
all that I touch turns on me
tell my baby get back home
pull back your hand and just leave me be
begged him not to go
oh I begged him not to go
He ain't coming back through that door
broke my fast with the hair of the dog
so I'm going out, what am I waiting for?
rolled my soul in a bottle of fog
the nights too long and the beds too cold
tell my baby to get back home
I'm too damn young to feel so damn old
begged him not to go
oh I begged him not to go
No more staring at the wall I'm getting out of this chair
break my fast with the hair of the dog
it's the last time I'm walking down these stairs
roll my soul in a bottle of fog
I'm pulling up dead roots, I'll leave it all behind
tell my baby no one's home
Nothing left here worth another ounce of my time
guess it's time to go
oh I guess it's time to go
guess it's time to go
The British singer-songwriter vents existential dread through a blend of glimmering indie pop, stomping folk, and smoldering grunge. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2021