Something About Owls

The smoke is filling up the room
I say I'm sick, so we sneak outside to greet the moon
I hate the feeling that I'll 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 don't want to forget the sound of our teeth shaking
In the cold air, we try to keep heat circulating
But it's so damn hard
Let's 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



Credits
Writer(s): James Cantrell
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