"Critical Condition" is Owen's split with Kevin Devine...
I'm a faggot
I was born when my eyes closed, he dies when I wake.
So composed, so what if I can't sing?
He drinks gasoline, he spits fire.
Pour me on broken glass for tea.
A cow's tongue, two bricks for lips.
Each attempt to speak some bloody crime scene.
Can someone call the ambulance?
It's critical condition, can you keep a secret?
I'm not okay, I hate my friends and I hate my face.
And now the rats know, who do you think they'd tell?
What is this I'm feeling, is it permanent or fleeting?
I'm beaten with a stick, oh, will I die like this?
If I do, she'd die too.

Lyrics submitted by carriedthezero, edited by Bintr

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