Broken Home

Family portraits crackle in the fireplace
Your fingers laced
Chimney sweep sweeps away a sad case
Gambling high stakes
All on the line at the right time
We're all out of time

Late night on the town sounds
Like a cure all
Found my down fall
Bury it deep and never speak
Of its tempting call

I wish you would call
Because then we might discuss
The mistrust that you lust for
Before you crack that door
In fact we've been here before
Can't you see
There will never be a we

We killed our chances as a unit
And you knit my stomach into knots when you refuse it
We are charred black, burned beyond recognition
The drink your bars lack, is one of pure intentions

So this is where we leave it
Broken and in despair
Make no attempts to relieve it
Oh honey, life isn't fair