I'm underneath an overpass
I come here when I'm mad
My family was fighting --
And I fled, the fight was bad.

I'm smoking my last cigarette
It's the fourth time that I've "quit"
And I'm surrounded by broken bottles,
Heh - drowning spirit with spirits

And I'm surrounded by this droning roar
Which makes me hear my parents more
When I was little I would have cried
But that fragile part is trying to die
And here, with sobs wracking my spine
I try to remember happier times..

Just a little part more of me dies
"It'll be fine" another lies.