Cowboys - Charlotte Lawrence

Razorblade fingertips

Name engraved on my lips

You’re so mine

But I’m holding onto nothing

Where’s your mind wondering?

Never stay, never leave

Justify that I always want the wrong thing

Take a piece of me with you my love

I’d like to think you gave me just enough

But it’s different in the morning

Bottled up emotions

Whiskey by the pint

Tastes good feeling nauseous

Why you got to be that guy?

You could be an angel, 'cause all you do is fly

Loving you is made up

Wonder where you are at night (Ooh, ah)

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Smoke ring stained silhouette

Sharing your cigarette

She’s so fine

But I know that she means nothing

Take a piece of me with you my love

I’d like to think you gave it just enough

But it’s different in the morning

Bottled up emotions

Whiskey by the pint

Tastes good feeling nauseous

Why you got to be that guy?

You could be an angel, 'cause all you do is fly

Loving you is made up

Wonder where you are at night (Ooh, ooh)

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

If I could change you, I wouldn’t change you

'Cause I don’t want to love

You lost me

I hope you’re safe in that lonely place

'Cause you don’t know how to love

You don’t, you don’t, you don’t

Bottled up emotions

Whiskey by the pint

Tastes good feeling nauseous

Why you got to be that guy?

You could be an angel, 'cause all you do is fly

Loving you is made up

Wonder where you are at night (Ooh, ooh)

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?

Where do all the cowboys run?