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