Comic Book Cowboy

Sometimes I fantasize the hospital

A place where I could get some sleep

Then I think about the people who endure so much more—

Why am I so weak?

Some days I find myself sleeping under cars

Hiding from eyes from afar

Scurrying thru intersections with familiars

Lest they try and stroke the ego with conversation fillers

I know they know no better

But please, let it die

Me, with myself, and my conceptual I

Well I found the gate to heaven in the depths of hell

I let the bucket dip down deep into the dark dank well

And I kept skipping by that old suicide song

Cause oh boy it sure begs a sing-a-long

Comic book cowboy, I’m wearing the boots

One foot then another and a button up suit

Hair trigger heart and the switchblade is loose

Keep me coming back for more

Keep me reined with the noose

Comic book cowboy, Comic book cowboy…

Let it all fall apart

Believe it never was my heart

I gave it a good funeral

Casseroles, cookies

Champagne and casket look-sees

But they keep bringing it back to life again

Happiness is a trap—Look again

Your silence is full of noise

Trapped in the dream of being you

With your handfulls of toxic toys

Well I found the gate to heaven in the depths of hell

I let the bucket dip down deep into the dark dank well

And I kept skipping by that old suicide song

Cause oh boy it sure begs a sing-a-long

Comic book cowboy, I’m wearing the boots

One foot then another and a button up suit

Hair trigger heart and the switchblade is loose

Keep me coming back for more

Keep me reined with the noose

Comic book cowboy, Comic book cowboy…