At Home With Owen
Album - 7 novembre 2006 - Debaser id 350143

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,
and even I think that you're blinded by conceit.
So now you know.

Free beer and basement shows
don't mean you've made it.
It's what you do
not who you were
or what you wear
or where you've been,
so do something.

Whoever you think is watching you dance
from across the room,
they aren't.
If anything, they feel sorry for you
'cause you try so hard.

I know it hurts to hear,
but it's the truth so you might as well hear it
from a friend.
You're a has-been
that never was.

I know it's mean to say
but it's something I've been meaning to say to you
for a while.
You're a has-been
that never was,
or will be.

could 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 want to die alone

could you love someone completely?
and yes, by "someone" I mean me
spoiled sick like milk you let sit too long
it's a simple question
as I lie awake waiting for you to lay beside me
I can almost hear the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi

could you love someone who does whatever he wants to do
whenever I want to?
it's a simple question
I'm only asking 'cause I don't want to die alone

We bonded over broken bones.
Who's broke skin.
Who's fractured in two places.
Who's 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.
My god knows they'll need it more than I.

You and me and an x-ray machine.
I swear that day you saw straight through me.

We're two bags of bones,
broken and talking of people we both know in common
amongst other things that I shouldn't mention.

You and me.
A hospital love scene.
If only these broken bodies were ours forever...

you know what you are to me
don't make me say it over and over again
it's way too late
or much too early
you know how I get
when I'm left alone to my vices
like the grown-ups did when I was a kid

I said: I'm a bird in your hand so take me as I am
you know what you are to me
don't make me say it over and over again
my left hand, a part of me
it stays late to clean up my mess
when I'm sick of all my choices
like the grown-ups I grew up with

angels and addicts
when I put my arms around you
I mean it
when I'm too drunk to stay up with you
I mean it
when I slam doors 'cause I'm pissed at you
I mean it
when I put on a suit and say "I do"
I mean it

you know what you are to me
don't make me say it over and over again
over and over again (12x)