Standing in the kitchen, you were painting a picture of life
Waving in a room of faces that all kind of looked like mine
Hours comparing stories and debating who remembered it right
Seconds after you start crying, you turn away and leave for the night
Don't let the kids see
Trips to the garage, he's coming back with his eyes all red
Tryna forget who's missing from this old familiar set
But absence demands attention when it's somebody everyone loved
Nails into his arms, he rubs his eyes just passing it off
Don't let the kids see
In the quiet, in the dark, you can face reality
In your dreaming, in your sleep, you pretend it's make-believe
At the office, at the pool, curse the life that others lead
Back at home, you can bite your cheeks, don't let the kids see
At the office, at the pool, curse the life that others lead
Back at home, you can bite your cheeks, don't let the kids see
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