This is not my secret garden hiding in the space behind my wall. This is not the house I think I grew up in, it looks nothing like it at all. And when I shook you, man, demanding answers, well I guess you gave me some, But you gave me none that I could use. Not one that meant a thing to me. Not one that matches up to my memory.
You are not my crooked sibling lying through your teeth to get away. This might be that hole I dug, but that's not why I traveled all this way. This looks like my vicious circle, though I've thought that many times before. This is not the house I think I grew up in, it looks nothing like it all. And when I shook you man, demanding answers, well I guess you gave me some, But you gave me none that I could use. Not one that meant a thing to me. Not one that matches up to my memory.
Instead of a head, I grew a camera. No need to toss and turn, stare all you want. No, it's no big deal now. I can never recall but I always remember.