This Broken Home
Will BowesI don’t remember why I came here
It’s been years since I’ve felt safe here
And if walls could talk they’d have so much to say,
but no one's listening
The vibrant colours faded, chipped away,
and no one's painting
I guess it’s the end
I'm saying it loud
Why try to build something that’s wearing out
It’s all caving in
No fixing it now
It’s time to face this broken home and tear it down
You told me you dreamt of getting old here
But even the flowers didn’t grow here
And if walls could talk they’d have so much to say,
but no one's listening
The vibrant colours faded, chipped away,
and no one's painting
I guess it’s the end
I'm saying it loud
Why try to build something that’s wearing out
It’s all caving in
No fixing it now
It’s time to face this broken home and tear it down
Tear it down, tear it down, this broken home
Tear it down, tear it down, this broken home
I guess it’s the end
I’ve said it out loud
We keep trying to build something that’s wearing out
It’s all caving in
No fixing it now
It’s time to face this broken home