Products of Poverty - Craig Owens

It’s a start of a new year

And as always, things are exactly the same

I’m watching my closest get so far from me

And I’ve never felt so alone

I said all I could say

Not a single thing has changed

I left them here to doubt me

They laugh, and then they leave

I’ve realized now I’ll never become anything

Another long night of being strung out and alone

Another night of hearing things and having messed up dreams

Another day of rejection

The people I love seem to be giving up on me

So, yes, it’s true

I’m snorting lines off of the same books that I read

And I dream of living in late night kitchen conversations

So now you know, I try to soak up inspiration any way I can

And if it’s so hard to believe what I say

Then I should stop speaking

Another long night of being strung out and alone

Another night of hearing things and having messed up dreams

Another day of rejection

The people I love seem to be giving up on me

Products of poverty

Just learn to love yourself

Just forget the rest for now

And learn to love yourself

Just forget the rest for now

And learn to love yourself

Another long night of being strung out and alone

Another night of hearing things and having messed up dreams

Another day of rejection

The people I love seem to be giving up on me

Another long night of being strung out and alone

Another night of hearing things and having messed up dreams

Another day of rejection

The people I love seem to be giving up on me