2002, carpet brand new

The white leather couches

They’ve seen some years

So have you

 

Wet concrete in the backyard

For a regulation basketball hoop

I’ll stick my hands in

My brother will too

 

I was only 7 when you built it

Now 30 is knocking

Much like the lilac bush

I’m feeling wilted

 

I want to go home

To the oak and yellow kitchen

But time has tarnished the walls

Nicotine stained, you smoke filtered