My Pink Bike

I can still taste you in my mouth
Its kinda funny cause I'm not even thinking of you anymore
Desperate, how desperate can you really be?
To tell yourself that I am the same guy that you knew before
But then again, aren't we all so desperate?

I've given up on humans I've given up on life.
I don't like change and i don't like to fight
I'm just trying to keep my head afloat
Economic crisis, ignore a genocide
Terrorists and global warming, we're all gunna die
and I'm just trying to enjoy my sunday off
But we don't have the time or the money to relax

Say one more word and I might cry
Put more on my plate and I might die
Cause i just wasn't made for these times
I'm a little cowboy, cruise the streets on my pink bike

Say one more word and I might cry
Put more on my plate and I might die
Cause i just wasn't made for these times
I'm a little cowboy, cruise the streets on my pink bike



Credits
Writer(s): Dustin Hayes
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