2 sides of the same thing.

I look down my street, we're all the same,
except for my yard is filled with weeds,

my friends house is always shiny and clean,
but so is our whenever someone's visiting,

drip, drip, drip,

The water trickles down the wall,
the sun shines on my face 
my sibings all play ball
The neighbors yard is dark shaded by the trees
I thought they were perfect,
but turns out nothings that shiny.