[Verse 1]
I have pictures on my wall
And pictures in my brain
And the memories I don't want to keep
Seem to be the ones
That follow me

[Verse 2]
I hate getting letters in the mail
From those who should be here
But I'm more distant than the instant family
They should be

[Chorus]
How is this fair to me?
How is it fair to her?
How is it fair that that fourteen year old kid
From Harold Drive is supposed to live
When she's not alive?
How is it fair to me?
How is it fair to her?
How is it fair that that fourteen year old kid
From Harold Drive is supposed to live
When she's not alive?

[Verse 3]
I can't strum by string between two rooms
You talk to me and I talk to you
But the string won't reach if you keep
Moving down the [?] street
The state country for me
[Chorus]
How is this fair to her?
How is it fair that that fourteen year old kid
From Harold Drive is supposed to live
When she's not alive?