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Everybody's Worried About Owen

Solitary Confinement

 

Solitary Confinement

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


I really wish it never came to this
I wish it didn't feel like I was starting over again
I'm reeling in a line without a fish
And everyday I wake up and hear the
Pounding drum of failure in my head
Am I really doing nothing?
Or am I reaching out to something?
Someone waiting to catch me on the other side
Am I delaying the inevitable?
Am I running out of time?

You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built
So send your condolence cards
Thinking I've been held against my will
It's better you believing I'm fighting for some greater good, I know
I know that I believe in nothing
And that I like being alone

Four hours in the Target parking lot
Contemplating mental brands still burning hot
I hope that one day the weight of my body in these seats
Will feel just right
But for now, the AC's always too cold
And the heat in winter melts the skin off of my bones
And I've started to ignore the check engine light
In hopes that a breakdown might give me a sign, oh

You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built
So send your condolence cards
Thinking I've been held against my will
It's better you believing I'm fighting for some greater good, I know
I know that I believe in nothing
And that I like being alone
I like being alone

And there is bliss in solitary
Isn't it sobering?
And there is bliss in solitary
Isn't it sobering?
And there is fear in solitary
Isn't it sobering
And there is pain in solitary
Isn't it sobering?

You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built
So send your condolence cards
Thinking I've been held against my will
It's better you believing I'm fighting for some greater good, I know
I know that I believe in nothing
And that I like being alone
I like being alone
I like being alone

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