All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues - Live

My father's sins are out tonight
My father's sins are out tonight
I haven't seen him in years
I haven't seen him in years

My mother's sins are out tonight
My mother's sins are out tonight
I haven't loved her in years
I haven't loved her-

Let's hear a toast (here's a toast) for loneliness (for loneliness)
Sometimes it just (sometimes it just) makes so much sense
For every night (every night) I drink alone (I drink alone)
I'm happier (I'm happier) than I could have ever known

My family's sins are out tonight
My family's sins are out tonight
My skin is on the run
My skin is on the run

My private sins are out tonight
My private sins are out tonight
My skin is on the run
My skin is on the run

I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting

Let's hear a toast (here's a toast) for loneliness
Sometimes it just (sometimes it just) makes so much sense
For every night (every night) I drink alone (I drink alone)
I'm happier (I'm happier) than I could have ever known

I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting

I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings
Because flying isn't just for kings
I take the stairs to the very top floor
I paid the super to leave open the door

A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky
I know my body is ready to fly
I start the countdown backwards from ten
When I reach one, my family name will end

Falling down as windows pass, I start to cry
And curse the day my parents laid
In a bed of hopelessness and cheat
Where love was made, please mark my grave "Unknown"

Let's hear a toast (here's a toast) for loneliness
Sometimes it just (sometimes it just) makes so much sense
For every night (every night) I drink alone (I drink alone)
I'm happier (I'm happier) than I could have ever known

Here, I lie
Here, I lie



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Writer(s): Garrett Michael Zablocki, James Anthony Buddy Nielsen, Daniel Gerard Trapp, Heath Matthew Saraceno, Michael John Glita
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