High Horse

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