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Hey Owen

from Sea of Junk by Lily McKown

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The sky looks like a website for a religious cult that I don't wanna be a part of

switch channels right as he heads out the door
something happens over time
a baby has the time of his life until he cries
and I can nurse him back to happiness
but I can't help him with his disease
like how a doctor can cure his patients
but leave his own child out to freeze

Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak with me?
Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak...


Your eyes look like an infomercial
that I think I am missing out on
and I still can't figure out what the price is
Nobody ever says

Your dad washed his hands in a separate sink
drove us in the wrong direction
a cross hanging on his rearview mirror
purely out of fear

Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak with me?
Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak...

Where's a first aid kit when you need it?
Where's a real friend when your torn?
Where's the curtains once you've killed it?
Where's a father when he splits then locks his door?
They disappear when you need them more

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from Sea of Junk, released March 29, 2019

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