Owen
Brown Hair In a Birds Nest
Brown hair in a birds nest,A pile of teeth under a tree,The frayed sleeves of a poorly tailored jacket.Another wasted night,Searching for life.Digging up graves, 'cause I've got something to say to the dead and buried.You know how my mind it drifts,A small boat lost at sea.Callowed and rutterless,To say the least.I swear, on my mothers gravy,That I didn't lie to you.I was only, as usual, confused.It was wrong of me to curse your family's name, and your faith,And an answering machine, and I knew it didn't know how to use.For how long must I lie awake,For how many long nights shall I keep digging up graves.Well, I swear on my mothers gravy,That I didn't lie to you.I just didn't tell the truth.
From Letras Mania