Alone in every moment
Yes I know it feels this way
Tomorrow might be better
But I said that yesterday
All that’s in my mind
Are the illusions that I find
Keep the pain away
Continue to be haunted
By feeling unwanted
As you go to town
and explicitly flaunt it
Did you find a friend
Who can love you in the end
Much better than me?
Well the infamous corner store cowboy
Comes around the bend
See’s me at my lowest low
and says he’ll be my friend
Tilts the stetson hat that sits upon his brow
Tells me to hop right on
I say when
and he says now..
All you have to do
Is push up from the sheets
Of that old motel super 8
You’ve been staying at up the street
The maid is knocking
and it brings me to my feet
Was it just a dream
Well the infamous corner store cowboy
You know he’s at it again
See’s I have no place to go
But he has a hand to lend
Takes his stetson hat
and sits it on my brow
I say I’m not no cowboy
he says boy
well you sure are now
Go onto your day job
and dig another ditch
Or perhaps a grave to lay in
Hard to tell which is which
When you’re a forty deep
Weak in the knees
and you fall face down
In the street
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