Ornamental

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