Unspoken Things we left

I grew up in a good neighborhood In the suburbs In a little town In New Jersey I grew up in a good neighborhood Where children played Baseball in the culdesac And rode their bikes in the street I grew up in a good neighborhood Where the neighbor had a copy of our house-key And we parked our cars in the driveway And left the garage unlocked I grew up in a good neighborhood But there were things we left unspoken There was an old pair of tennis shoes hanging From the power lines by the house on the corner There were things we left unspoken A monster lurking in the streets Where the children played Where the cars were parked There were things we left unspoken One day the tennis shoes were gone Not because we defeated the monster But because the monster defeated us I lived in a good neighborhood But there were things we should have spoken