Where Do I Begin?

Where Do I Begin? - Owen

Where oh where do I begin

A plague upon this city

A pox upon my friends

I spend whole days in the dark

And whole nights begging this guitar to sing

And I wouldn't know

What kind of trouble I've been missing

If I were alive at any other time

Where oh where does this story end

If it's all the same to you

I'll just skip ahead

I'm fat and I'm drunk and you love me

The kids are a little weird but they're happy

And I never made good on the money I said I'd make

And the floorboards still squeak as if in pain

Those rusty pipes do nothing but complain

Awake again

Disinterested

A pox upon these listless limbs

Are we having fun yet