Fences - Knuckle Puck

As I look back at the mess you left inside my head

I realize what a nervous wreck I actually am

I swore I wouldn’t die a tradesman

Like every other prick in the town that we grew up in

Who you’ll probably end up with

I don’t think about you anymore

Cause memories of you are like a treadmill,

I keep running, but I’m not getting anywhere

I’m not getting anywhere

If I’m not over this then why do I still roam

For a better place to grow?

not a backyard or my home.

Just grant me silence from your side of the county line

I think you owe me that

For kicking me when I was down

I don’t think about you anymore

Cause memories of you are like a treadmill,

I’m not getting anywhere

Now that we both understand, stay on your side of the fence

(stay on your own side)

Say what you will, but I never asked anything of you

(just like you wanted to)