The fence I used to walk through everyday The lawn My brother was brought to his knees at You held him down Yelling because he knew the truth Years later you think none of that matters When you are still drinking You may have done worse things then You are still an addict You wonder why I canβt speak to you Every time I write out what to say All I can think of is You Laying on the king sized futon While I watched To make sure you would breathe Another breath