Song | Damnaged |
Artist | The Color Morale |
Album | Damnaged |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 there's 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. |
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 there' s 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. |
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 there' s 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. |