Backyard

In the backyard In the garden You were always there Digging down where roots would burrow underneath Now the gra*s is always overgrown And the weeds are choking out the sun Pretty soon they'll come under the door And you don't care In the backyard In the garden Almost nothing left Just some pieces of the roots that once dug in And the gra*s is always overgrown And the weeds are choking out the sun Why do you still come home anymore When you don't care?