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?
God built with the devil's blueprints
With no foundation found.
I went to hell to have some words
With the devil about what he did,
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
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,
And I will always love you both. More from The Color Morale