High Horse

I kinda sorta wish that I could keep clean
In the kinda sorta way that I used to be
A child-like belief
And time's been the thief all along
It's the view from this high horse I'm on

A fever-dream it seems of just passing the time
Too much nicotine, caffeine and wine
My milk-mustache shaved
Things I once craved, make me yawn
It's the view from this high horse I'm on

I can't remember the last time
that I climbed a tree
Now when I'm high
there ain't much that I wanna see

All I remember is waking up under the sink
Why can't I go out at night
And just have one little drink
Or two, or three, or four

I kinda sorta wish that I could keep clean
In the kinda sorta way that I used to be
A child-like belief
And time's been the thief all along
It's the view from this high horse I'm on



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Auerbach, Fredrick Mullis, Bobby Wood
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