Something About Owls Testo

the smoke is filling up the room

i say im sick , so we sneak outside to greet the moon



i hate the feeling that ill puke; if i move

one more inch i will...and i do


the sidewalk is the perfect place

for you to sit and me to laugh at my disgrace



a little dog walks up and curls into a ball right at our feet

...we all need sleep



i dont want to forget the sound of our teeth shaking

in the cold air we try to keep heat cirulating

but its so damn hard, lets head back to the car


earlier today you gave me a gift

so we could celebrate my age

a clumsy bird that you hand-stuffed and sewed

complete with a small pouch...there was always

something about owls.