As for the album's subject matter, well, Owens isn't exactly shy about that either. To quote Jeff, the new album, like the one before it, and the one before that, is a "long, wandering set about love lost, love wanted, love denied. 'Well, who cares about love?' [Ownes] bluffs to Alex, an unavailable, black-haired beauty who’s got an anthem of longing named for her. It’s the least convincing line in a record of intense conviction, gentle earnestness."
As if in a constant state of surrender to the topic, Owens shared a track-by-track breakdown of the stories and thoughts behind the record during The Atlantic's interview with him. Sure enough, love came up more often than not. You should really read the whole thing here, as Owens' tragic yet strangely optimistic tales of a mother's unconditional love, Bible verses, girls he's never talked to, and three in particular that he has — the ex that six-minute epic "Vomit" revolves around, an ode to his current girlfriend in "Magic," and an intimate confession to "Jamie Marie" — make the album hit that much harder.