I kinda sorta wish that I could keep clean
In the kinda sorta way that I used to be
A child-like belief
And time's been the thief all along
It's the view from this high horse I'm on
A fever-dream it seems of just passing the time
Too much nicotine, caffeine and wine
My milk-mustache shaved
Things I once craved, make me yawn
It's the view from this high horse I'm on
I can't remember the last time
That I climbed a tree
Now when I'm high
There ain't much that I wanna see
All I remember is waking up under the sink
Why can't I go out at night
And just have one little drink
Or two, or three, or four
I kinda sorta wish that I could keep clean
In the kinda sorta way that I used to be
A child-like belief
And time's been the thief all along
It's the view from this high horse I'm on
Comments (0)