Cowboy Cold

I broke the record I wrote my second love song For my sweetheart She turns my red shoes on And she's got big eyes And she's from texas Brought me my first cowboy cold We met on tinder We are the future in form Wears skirts and dresses I wear them when we're alone And she's got secrets And she likes music Like Artsy fartsy homo stuff I'm writing like I'm in a show Babe I think it's time to go I don't eat I don't care for myself no more We don't talk or explain our roles We just kiss and pretend we know It's only been weeks I'd say I've confessed it all In her conviction Her declaration of love Is like a secret Her love is shelter Laws of love written in stone I drive a vespa I pick her up when she's home She holds my ribcage She strokes my skin to the bone And like a virgin My body crumbles Shift in my manifesto I'm writing like I'm in a show Babe I think it's time to go