Owe You by Home Bowman Lyrics

And all that time that I spent
Needing forgiveness for sins
That I dwelt on every waking moment
Thinking 'bout my end

All the time that I wasted
Looking at your pretty face
Makes me wanna reassess
All the damage that you made

I been thinking about my death as of late
Tell me how it's gonna go, what's the case
What's the place
What's the time

Demons catching up to me
Something's going under me
I cannot talk no more cause
Something's going under me

Told me Saturdays were better for the sadder kids
"like wake the fuck up you don't even got a license yet" (oh no)
I was seventeen the first time that I made a thousand
Off some papers that I wrote for little ungrateful bastards (fuck em)

Didn't really to get to have my own 18th year of my life
They don't wanna know all the pain that it caused, all that strife
Don't come at me bitch I told you that I work for pay
I don't owe you, nor do I owe you, so don't come near me

And if I die today what you even say to me? (you wouldn't say shit)
Breathless, laying in the dirt, you couldn't say a thing
They tell us "love our brothers", we don't love each other
We all love our mothers, our only sense of comfort

So during these dark periods
Who the fuck do we look up to?
Is it me? Is it you?
Is it the boy above you?

Want you to look at the poison
All of the shit that they're feeding you
My music is like my graffiti to
All of the world around

And all that time that I spent
Needing forgiveness for sins
That I dwelt on every waking moment
Thinking 'bout my end
All the time that I wasted
Looking at your pretty face
Makes me wanna reassess
All the damage that you-

I been thinking 'bout my death as of late
I been thinking 'bout my death as of late