high horse - (990)

lean back hold me and tie me to my high horse cause i fall into bed with cotton-packed counts of my ears ringing, hollow thread the needle, i'm gonna say hello cause i'm falling back retreating from the greeting of the parting of the bullet passing overhead ain't my time to stop and rest though i'll sleep when i'm dead on my high horse Sleep when i'm dead sleep when i'm dead rein me to your high horse chain me down noose me down disappointedly digging deep, hooves in furrows on the unsteady ground hold me on my high horse off the merry-go-round i'll sleep when i'm dead on my high horse sleep when i'm dead sleep when i'm dead i ain't crossing i ain't living i'm just sleepin' i'm just breathin' i ain't resting i ain't hitting the pipe too hard too hurt to stop to work the clock the brain the rot to bring it back and swing the rod the hook starts me bleeding i am needing to be seeing the aggravating feeling of vomiting on ceilings the time is sleepy peeling away from me it's running free like i'm not asking the same question like i'm twenty-three and rotting in the box i built on my high horse, yeah, I'll sleep when i'm dead on my high horse Sleep when i'm dead sleep when i'm dead Sleep when I'm dead Sleep when I'm dead