My brother waits on the driveway
With his short pants and a suitcase
I'm in the window, and I'm about five
So I don't recall that our dad does not arrive
My mother gave me her journals
It's a daily log of drug use and no internals
I'm on the pages, and I seem fine
But the lines remind that my track goes a ways back
The difference between my family and me
Isn't as great as therapy can let it seem
History makes you ornamental
So dwell in the days that you can change even just a little bit
The difference between my family and me
Isn't as great as therapy can let it seem
History makes you ornamental
So dwell in the days that you can change even just a little bit
Even just a little bit
