In the backyard

In the garden

You were always there

Digging down where roots would burrow underneath

Now the grass is always overgrown

And the weeds are choking out the sun

Pretty soon they'll come under the door

And you don't care

In the backyard

In the garden

Almost nothing left

Just some pieces of the roots that once dug in

And the grass is always overgrown

And the weeds are choking out the sun

Why do you still come home anymore

When you don't care?