Crossroad
Against both her will and power
I keep busy walking through the day alone
High as grass in a yard untaxed
And going low as a baritone
Couldn't help but think then
You and me always had it in for each other
You a 61 crossroad
Me a 49 crossroad
Amongst both her trees and flowers
I keep envy stashed beneath the stones
You want to pick up the pieces to me are trash