cowboyclicker, cowboyclicker sour

Burnt canvas, dry flowers
I wish I was never sour
What if that worked out
Fuck, fuck, fuck, long work hours
I'll shed my skin like a reptile
Put a down payment on a fucking house
Lose everything once things go south
Does it ever end up entertaining
I know that I'll never be famous
I'm in a movie that is now ending
It had potential, now it's just tasteless
T-time that I wasted, huh
Fuck, fuck
That I wasted
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck
I'll ring the bell on this life, need a band quick
How many times did you die, just to try this
Another round in a high speed traffic
It doesn't matter to mе what I missed
How can you see if you closed your eyelids
Fuck, fuck