At Home with Owen

Windows And Doorways - Owen Bad backs and hardwood floors I'm so sick of waking up sore not knowing where I am And this was a lot more fun when the music meant something to someone I didn't have a girlfriend Somehow I'm getting out The same way the e

We bonded over broken bones Whose broke skin, whose fractured in two places, and whose hurt the most We bonded over broken bones How many Vicodin we took before bed, how many we sold to the band sleeping on our floor Week one of a two week tour God k

The Sad Waltzes Of Pietro Cres - Owen Do you love someone enough After all you've had and you've lost It's a simple question I'm only asking cause I don't wanna die alone Do you love someone completely And yes by someone I mean me Spoiled sick like m

Use Your Words - Owen Those books you've read in your youth like holidays at home continue to remind you of who you are and who you aren't Some pages bent The spines creases and worn All signs of being adored Those words somehow meant more to you tha

One of these days I'll make some money And buy myself those things that I want Acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings A new bicycle seat I might ride over to your house each night One of these days I'll get a real job One that actually pays, like my

Whatever it is you think you are you aren't: a good friend, unique, well-read good-looking, or smart. Well now you know. Well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news. I know it hurts to hear but it's true. you don't mean anything to anyone but me.