Sycamore hell street
Sidewalking down
Mother I can't eat
From the cracks of this town
Only born yesterday
Can you believe?
See what your heart will say
Then get back to sleep
Oh, what a haunting tassel that hangs
Five years of wanting
No joy in disdain
We were just nine years old
With worlds on our sleeves
Now we are broken old
Our smiles ugly
Back then I'd count up
To twenty-three
Back then for a minute
I could breathe