This Dog Won't Hunt

It was far from a phaseThat would hastily passRapidly approachingCritical massHer heart in my handsMy heart in the trashGuess love never paysWhen you're all out of cashShe asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allrightI said: Sure, engrave me into history. White on whiteShe said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twinsI said: I'll race you to recovery. Last one winsStranger rhymes with dangerAnd knowing nothing would change herI chose to let her beJust a stranger to meEvery journey that I makePaved with failures and mistakesAfter she left, I missed what I lostSo I lost myself, not much of a costThis dog won't huntNever had a lot of willSure have had a lot of won'tsWonder if I ever willBelongShe asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel allrightI said: Sure, engrave me into history. White on whiteShe said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twinsI said: I'll race you to recovery. Last one winsWhy won't you ever listen?This dog won't hunt!!!