Like Drunken Cowboys

There’s a place inside my head where hurt never filters in,

A place to heal, where I can know I’m my own best friend,

Sometimes find it easier than facing reality,

Like drunken cowboys living without a dream.

 

Call me crazy; call me a fool, for shutting out the world.

I just need time to contemplate the way my life’s unfurled.

Wouldn’t want to take it out on everyone around

Like drunken cowboys tearing up the town.

 

I don’t want to think about forever,

Trying hard to make it through the storm.

Toughening my feelings into leather

Til it just doesn’t matter anymore.

 

Take a step back to a time when

Life was a free-for-all,

Where disagreements could always be settled in a barroom brawl,

Where consequences and concerns were not a high priority,

Like drunken cowboys living wild and free.