You wonder why I can't help but see

The dirt in the corner of your bathroom sink

See, I remember the nettles where the flowers should be

The piles of crusty, soiled laundry

I remember the carpet, crunchy and hard

Where the urine had dried from the weeks before

I remember the toe-jam, the worms in my stool

The elastic-less socks and the holes in my shoes

I lit your cigarettes from the stove, while you lazily lay

On the couch, in the den watching Oprah or Sally

I secretary puffed and you knew that I did

I drank and got drunk and you never forbid

I thought this was normal

What homes were just like

That dishes grew mold

And bills went unpaid

Now that I'm older, I see that's not so

Now that I'm older, I'm free to let go

It's no wonder that now, I can't help but see

The dirt in the corner of your bathroom sink