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Everybody's Worried About Owen

The Soccer Journals

 

The Soccer Journals

(album: There Are Leeches In Denton Lake - 2021)


I've been watching that one scene from the Basketball Diaries
Over and over again
And I'm thinking that it could have been me
If I had just made a different turn instead
I'm feeling like I dodged a bullet
But I walked into another line of fire
Sure it didn't kill me but goddamn if it hasn't been hurting for a while

And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy
I'm sorry if I'm coming off insane
I just need someone to turn to when all my friends figure out I'm not worth their time of day
So if you could just respond once that would be great

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
So tell me am I guilty if I change if no one is near me
And if I'm guilty, baby, tell me that you're not guilty too
'Cause if I'm doomed to be locked up at least let me think that I knew you
Let me think that I knew you

I'm fishing into the zeitgeist and I'm only pulling out clichés
I can't shake this empty feeling that I'm an actor on a setting stage
I'm seeing white and I am not sure how much longer I can go
Reimagining old faces
Faces you already know

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
So tell me am I guilty if I change if no one is near me
And if I'm guilty, baby, tell me that you're not guilty too
'Cause if I'm doomed to be locked up at least let me think that I knew you
Let me think that I knew you

Watch Carroll bang on the door frame
Reduced to sobbing and his mothers name
And maybe in the next it'll find himself a little bit and fix this
God knows that I feel the same

And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID

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