I hadn't broken into tears yet I didn't think I ever would I did break a few other things that night That beer that finished the case That lounge door that hid that ugly wallpaper That chair that refused to move That foot that was swollen That sweat that November night That sprint that told that cop that I was in trouble That belt buckle that stabbed me as he tackled me That cop's hard shell that made him so fierce The night you died I failed to cry I still haven't That nearly broke me Then a friend asked why I hadn't I told him That you broke free