Lyrics

Intro (whispered over palm‑muted guitars)
fade in feedback
We trace the fault lines with a black Sharpie,
Waiting for the ink to bleed us whole…


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Verse 1
I kept your jacket on the staircase, where the kids draw castles on the wall
Every crayon crown is crooked—like the way we tried to stand so tall
Your voice still trips my smoke alarm, echoes under peeling paint
I scrub the kitchen tiles at midnight, can’t rinse out the things we ain’t

Pre‑Chorus
We threw sparks like shattered streetlights, but they only lit the cracks
Now I’m singing lullabies to heartbreak, hoping daylight takes them back

Chorus
So I scream into the ceiling, “We were beautiful debris”
Broken halos for our angels, stitched with second‑hand belief
If the sky collapses sideways, let the thunder take my bones—
’Cause every tremor of our distance is the place they call their home

Verse 2
Courtroom florescents blur like rainbows on a photocopied dream
I hold our daughter’s half‑writ story; she colours you in autumn leaves
Our son still drums against the dashboard, timing every heartbeat lost
And every mile we drive in silence is another truce we never crossed

Pre‑Chorus 2
I fold apologies like paper cranes; they dive but never fly
Maybe monsters under beds are just the tears we never cry

Chorus
So I scream into the ceiling, “We were beautiful debris”
Broken halos for our angels, stitched with second‑hand belief
If the sky collapses sideways, let the thunder take my bones—
’Cause every tremor of our distance is the place they call their home

Bridge (half‑time, whispered/screamed)
Let’s trade razor‑tongued confessions for the silence of their sleep
Duct‑tape all our fragile edges—bleed together, not compete
This battlefield of bedtime needs no casualties tonight
Raise white flags in pillowcases, let the dark surrender light

Breakdown (drums & shout‑along)
Hey Kristen—can you hear me?
Love is louder than the gavel.
Hey Kristen—can you feel me?
Kids are louder than the battle.

Final Chorus (double‑time, layered vocals)
I still scream into the ceiling, but the cracks begin to glow
Broken halos turn to starlight, guiding everywhere they go
If the world caves in tomorrow, we’ll still carve their names in stone—
And the rubble of our story is the place they’ll build their home

Outro (soft, clean guitars)
We trace the scars with silver ink, let the lightning raise the dawn—
’Cause broken doesn’t end a song… it just rewrites the chords we’re on.