Owen
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I guess I'm still angry
I'm still punching walls that look like you
I drop kicked an old lady
She didn't do anything
There are consequences for inactions, too
No common words
I've no way to curse you and your burnt skin
I'm still seeing red
Dropping excuses like dead skin
Ignoring bruises like children
Jumping out of every window left open
and catching every branch on my way down
No ornate tomb or unmarked headstone
I've no place to mourn you so I won't
You know I'm still pissed after a life tempestuous
Unless you can rise from the dead I'll die like this
- Album:
- The King Of Whys
- L’Ami du Peuple
- The Seaside EP
- New Leaves
- O, Evelyn (Single)
- Miscellaneous
- I Do Perceive
- Lost
- PV Digest #3
- What to Do With Everything
- Before You Go
- Polyvinyl Summer/Fall 2005 Sampler
- Polyvinyl 2005 Sampler
- At Home With Owen
- Simple Mental Math
- Polyvinyl 2002 - 2003 Sampler
- No Good For No One Now
- Ghost Town
- Split EP
- O, Evelyn