Damnaged
You did well, devil.
Family life.
It's like puzzle pieces disconnected.
Pictures frames will never find.
This broken home my demons still reside.
You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside.
Mother,
I just needed you to know.
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
I am a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone.
Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time theres a storm?
Where do I go now?
I grew up in a house God built with the devils blueprints with no foundation found.
I went to hell to have some words with the devil about what he did, but it was empty.
Everyone moved out.
Mother, I just needed you to know something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
And father, I needed you the most
but I'm still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow.
Every time
I try
to bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind.
I see the same crow on the power line.
He could have flown to any other home,
but he'll never stop chasing mine.
He'll never stop chasing mine.
It's a strange
kind of comfort
learning to always love the cracks inside
broken homes.
Mother,
I just needed you to know
something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home. And father,
I needed you the most,
but I'm still a kid in aging skin,
and I will always love you both.
Family life.
It's like puzzle pieces disconnected.
Pictures frames will never find.
This broken home my demons still reside.
You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside.
Mother,
I just needed you to know.
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
I am a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone.
Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time theres a storm?
Where do I go now?
I grew up in a house God built with the devils blueprints with no foundation found.
I went to hell to have some words with the devil about what he did, but it was empty.
Everyone moved out.
Mother, I just needed you to know something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
And father, I needed you the most
but I'm still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow.
Every time
I try
to bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind.
I see the same crow on the power line.
He could have flown to any other home,
but he'll never stop chasing mine.
He'll never stop chasing mine.
It's a strange
kind of comfort
learning to always love the cracks inside
broken homes.
Mother,
I just needed you to know
something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home. And father,
I needed you the most,
but I'm still a kid in aging skin,
and I will always love you both.
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Saunders, Garret Rapp, Steven Carey, Michael Honson, Devin King
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.