Here we are again And I'm older now than they were then I guess it's easy now to see I understand And that should make it go away But it strains contact In this family tree Often all that I see is a small referee From my earliest memories Force me back; drag me over And when I take the stand, I say All present now is past Then as now, we find It's too late to stop The betrayals underway Or the legs of the boy That were held as he walked away A gun, a bat - tires slashed A bleak vacant lot An exchange with police Pushing locks on the door Turning wheels that I won't release Fear it; hold it over me Let it hang there Like we're all back there Back in the mire, unreconciled Back when everyone was a child Who can't understand So let's throw a fit and disrupt the whole shit And somehow think that it's fine But it strains contact Over and over it falls on my shoulders And shatters and showers us all with the scourings now My whole damn life Gather the pieces and patterns Just flatter the actor Because some things still matter No matter how old we get