Broken down door bruises
Guardians lit short fuses
Hide under beds and bite my tongue
Down the stairs go the sassy ones
Took a chance on a out bound freight
City bound to meet my fate
Took a new name from an oil crate
Sought fame to cure self hate
Fell prey to the pity clown fade
The great downfall of potential flame
Bedroom cry cries
Come back best life
A letter screamed come on home
Muscle memory locked my bones
Front porch reunion awaits
Aunties throwing them stacked plates
Kitchen cry cries
Was this best life
Greyhound tracks inner states
Arrived past nine to face my fate
Guardian spittin grits down stream
Their words got me quivering
Said the past was a fever dream
But I remember things quite vividly
Then they said glad you got out
Just wish you didn't stand out
Realized my futures up stream
I never row back
But I'm still big country
Basement lie lies
We've yet to live our best lives