Swinging in on sunny days.
And through it all I'm really,
really,
really,
really,
really,
really,
really,
really,
really,
trying to be a cowboy kid.
Sawed off 20,
raised you thin.
Daddy preaches love on Sunday.
I wish I turned out that way.
I lie low and I take aim.
This one blast of buckshot bling.
It's all it takes
to push away.
It's all it takes,
just watching waves.
It's all it takes
to push away.
I wake up on a bed of bones.
The only thing to call my own.
Skeletons of my regret.
They keep me from my dreams with dread.
And I know it's all my fault.
That
I can't be a cowboy kid.
I can't move on and vote.
Things that haunt me in my bed.
I only
want my life to last.
There are things
I need to put down.
I get so sentimental about those sad,
sad sounds.
And there are things
I need to put down.
I get so sentimental
about those sad, sad sounds.