And I grew up
On alcoholic evenings and slow jazz music to keep my heart beating
Because after all that happens in a dissolving family
The need for a song to sing me to sleep still rings true
And I always knew
That there wasn't glue strong enough to sew these roots together
And now that I've wasted too many years
And I've lost track of where I started
I have to dream at night of who I was and why after twenty years of marriage
I am what is left and I'd like to go back now
And make myself up
I'd be a brick so I wouldn't feel
And I'd lift myself up
I'd throw myself at this house
To break windows and smash walls
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