Oisín ó Scolaí - Cardboard Cowboy

It happened yesterday
Just as my eyes were following you
You just happen to say
Me and the girls were just talking about you
And I slipped you a Sunday
On a Wednesday afternoon
I'm so sick of nostalgia
But I'll fondly remember you
In a Cowboy Suit

I just looked at you
Neither the nerve nor the balls to say
Just wanted to thank you
For your acute sense of urgency
When you reach for your cardboard holster
and your sherif's badge
Just remember what I told ya
Don't point your tin foyle trigger at me

But wait
It's just PVA
Holding everything in place
No way
This paper mache
could pierce a hole in me

Like in Broke back I lie down
Think that's enough of a theme for today
There's fake blood on your gown
But you worked on this all day
So you pack it all away
So graceful and paranoid
I'm so sick of nostalgia
But i'll fondly remember you
In a Cowboy Suit

But wait
It's just PVA
Holding everything in place
No way
This paper mache
could pierce a hole in me

And I slipped you a Sunday
On a Wednesday afternoon
I'm so sick of nostalgia
But I'll fondly remember you
In a Cowboy Suit

Written by:
Oisín Scolaí

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