There's not much I remember of five years past September. I know I did my best to sever any chance of memory. I'd like to say I didn't, that I was honestly committed To a clean and separated life of work and honesty, But I called up my friends to buy me drugs when I was young-- How these memories protect me from remembering anyone. I woke up to your arms carrying me across the farm's Lengthy driveway paved with stone To the ashes of your home. You said it stands a ground, but I saw it burning down.