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

Since last summer
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?