Song About My Black Dog (Live From Pop Rock City)

Now I'm stuck inside like the rest of these poor bastards Except my walls are glass and plaster I'd climb down my walls but I don't think my hairs long enough And I doubt I'm strong enough I stay inside and I don't get sun and I don't have fun and my black dogs'a barking at you Oh boy What have we come to? I wish I was wilder in the ways I was when I was a younger man Cause I ain't wild no more and I doubt that I even can be I just wanna fall asleep like I did as a baby But insomnia seems to be stealing my fuckin' candy I stay up all night and I write and I write in some really poor light which is bad for my eyes till my black dogs barking at the sun What have I become