Sharing a celebration with myself
and it feels like i should have some help
it's been a lifetime and you never had my back
so i tried making everyone else do that
i'm thinking about the past again
i'm reflecting on your hands
i'm wishing that they would have held me more
oh, how it used to make me sad

because people get sick of each other so fast
but cowboys are cool cuz we know shit don't last
we just hangout in bedrooms
no future, no past
and it doesn't bug us we like it like that
we like it like that

running my hands across the carpet
i used to lay on the floor
dreaming i'd be who i am now but that it would make you love me more

because people get sick of each other so fast
but cowboys are cool cuz we know shit don't last
we just hangout in bedrooms
no future, no past
and it doesn't bug us we like it like that
we like it like that

i'm thinking about the future now
i'm reflecting on your hands
draining most of the fight in me
i'm afraid of what comes next

because people work lifetimes to make a success
but cowboys stay cool cuz we float with the wind
and don't fuss over money or take vitamins
and i think i am one i just have to commit to a lifetime of shaking and moving around
and riding my horse into all different towns
taking lovers under covers but never being a mother
i wonder, i wonder, i wonder, i wonder