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)