Do you remember when we climbed the garden wall?
You slide down and cut your arm
I was mad because we couldn't beat the boys
You were mad because we tried
But I never told you
there was another path inside
He knew too, he caught me once
Sneaking past his window
With his knife to my throat, he proclaimed it his
But it was already my garden
Wild and overgrown

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you
There are other ways to beat the boys