Backyard (Live)

In the backyard, In the garden. You were always there, digging down Where roots would burrow underneath. Now the grass has always overgrow and the Weeds are choking out the sun. Pretty soon you'll come another door and you Don't care. In the backyard, Since last summer, Almost nothing left. Just some pieces of the roots and parts forgotten. Now the grass has always overgrow and the Weeds are choking out the sun. Why do you still come home anymore? You don't care.