Your tied up to a tree in my backyard
arms are bound with hate
and feet are swinging free
Flowers in the garden are beautiful as can be
shining bright in the suns loving hand
as the blood drains down your legs
and out your toes
you wonder how to make it
and expect someone to know
not another free ride not another high time
not another helping hand
as the ground sinks from your feet
and your staring at the sun
only think of what you've become
and floating now
looking for the ground
but you can't seem to plant your feet
and the flower grows
looking like a rose
with its thorn stuck in your side