Dog of Panic - When Can I Go Home

It's slipping through my fingertips
I work so hard just to have it slipped away
I shoulda, I coulda, I woulda, Pet Buddha
To be a better man to you
Ambassador to my soul

So now I start damage control
The secret police on foot patrol for me
He said it, she said it, I dread it is time to play a hated role
Oh no

What the hell am I doing here?
Another feast for the beast of fear
I wanna go home
I miss my dog
I miss my dad
I miss my mom

When can I go home?

I love you
I hate you
I know you
You stranger