Ringodom or Proctor

Angel D. has come back to say
 A piece on your early practices
 When they took shape the heaters melted metal on the ceiling
 My dad heard you propose a plan
 We'd draw a map and escape the house
 A car hits the barricades,
 the summer smells, the street,
 try to climb in a window
 I was listening through the floorboards
 Bad news for our fifteen-year-old
 The little brother didn't know what happened
 At my desk I read the stories
 That make sense of a whole life's entirety
 At my job I make the entries
 And try to cross every boundary that I see
 In a box entitled "Memories" of the years that passed
 I stowed away a special gem for two
 When the wine glass shattered against the mantle, we felt somewhat scared
 And never left the living room that night
 Angel D. has come back to say:
 A jealous brother always gets his way
 The firefighter turned around and walked away
 Johnny why did you hate me then?
 I just needed your attention
 You paint the walls, the attic's done, a civil war still rages on
 At my desk I read the stories
 That make sense of a whole life's entirety
 At my job I make the entries
 And try to cross every boundary that I see
 In a box entitled "Memories" do you recall a name, a face,
 a distant voice crying out?
 When the wine glass shattered against the matle we felt somewhat scared
 And never left the living room that night