Where Do I Begin? - Owen

Where, oh where do I begin?

A plague upon this city

A pox upon my friends

I spend whole days in the dark

And whole nights begging this guitar to sing

And I wouldn’t know

What kind of trouble I’ve been missing

If I were alive at any other time

Where, oh where does this story end?

If it’s all the same to you

I’ll just skip ahead —

I’m fat and I’m drunk and you love me

The kids are a little weird but they’re happy

And I never made good on the money I said I’d make

And the floorboards still squeak as if in pain

Those rusty pipes do nothing but complain

Awake again

Disinterested

A pox upon these listless limbs

Are we having fun yet?