Boyhood

While cowboy spirits run around the
Island looking for sympathy
You turn to me
And you mutter
"Fuck your feelings, and your mother"

Filled me with stones and rolled me to the
Water where you took a picture
Stood there with your brothers father
You said
"Our boyhood is dead"
Yeah

Kiss at campsites by the fire
Wild westing like Heath Ledger
But that's what's funny, you don't love me
Just want me to be your bunny
Praying on me, you start stalking
I'm your dinner, rabbit hopping

You turn to me and you stuttered
Cowboys shouldn't love each other

Snakes arеn't always in the tall grass
Sometimes thеy just watch the sunset
You stood there with my skeleton
And you said
"Our boyhood is dead"
Baby, yeah