Cowboy Milk

All this texture on the walls

Laid in bed sheets I've never felt before

In a town I've never seen

Where's the pain in giving in

Is there a version of me that sits and rots

Wonders what this could have been

It must be some kind of habit

The disease I couldn't shake

Why don't you pick me up

Why don't you put me in my place

I get lost, lost in all the faces, all the places

Every sleepless night we spent

Smiling while I'm dying yet ignoring

All my family and friends

I dreamt I saw your ghost

And you pulled me out of these aching bones

To the house we grew up in

And I swear that's where he stood

He was younger then, I was younger still

Carving shapes in the cottonwood

It must be some kind of habit

A disease I couldn't shake

Why don't you pick me up

Why don't you put me in my place

I get lost, lost in all the faces, all the places

Every sleepless night we spent

Smiling while I'm dying yet ignoring

All my family and friends

You say that I should slow down, I say,

"Fuck it all, I'll sleep when I'm dead"

I get lost, lost in all the faces, all the places

Every sleepless night we spent

Smiling whilst I'm dying yet ignoring

All my family and friends

And I'll hold on to every fucking tiny thing

And every moment lying on our bed

Lay me on my stomach, crack my spine

Release the pressure from my head

You say that I should slow down, I say,

"Fuck it all, I'll sleep when I'm dead"

Fuck it all, I'll sleep when I'm dead