I traced my days back to the ones
Where I was safe and soft inside the quarters of Burton and company
Twas' there I had dreamt tales of mischief and whimsy
All while you were staring at the chaos behind the picture frame
You were standing there with your cigarettes
While we watched behind the picture frame
Your little boys were growing old, one faster than the other
How long would he stay, while he lived a fight
Twas' there I had dreamt tales of mischief and whimsy
All while you were staring at the chaos behind the picture frame
You had thrown all your means to the wall behind the picture frame
Your kin have grown into the people you never were
Driven by the love and support you hardly had shown them at first
It must have been hard to navigate all of your lives
Especially when all of your love was spent on things that bear no names
Bear no names
They say they see some of you in me
Hopefully without all the chaos behind the picture frame