We Were Cowboys

And we were cowboys,
dancing across the sand and sea-foam,
we shot our guns in the air.

You were the Lone Ranger,
and I was Tonto.
You wore spurs,
to protect your vulnerable heart,
and a hat to cover your eyes,
my sunny disposition was always too bright for you.

The morning after,
you were neck deep in mexican wines.
Silver forsook you,
and the gloomy thoughts you swam like an olympiad to escape,
finally caught up to you.

You will cry into my shoulder,
and I push you away.
Honestly,
I'm not the type to be a sidekick, anymore.