| 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. |