the land has got you , locked up solid got you , and the house , and the woman you fell in love with when you started high school ( only she was a girl then , and you did n't know for shit about girls except you got one and hung on to her and she wrote your name all over her book covers and first you broke her in and then she broke you in and then neither one of you had to worry about that mess anymore ) , and the kids have got you , the kids that were started in the creaky double bed with the splintered headboard .