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