Verse 1 (Quiet emotional rap, almost conversational)
Liquor stains on the counter tops
2 AM and the yelling starts
Mama’s crying with the TV on
Trying to pretend nothing’s wrong
I learned early not to speak too much
Tiptoe careful, don’t push your luck
Some nights love felt like broken plates
Some nights silence was worse that way
Cigarette smoke in the hallway air
Everybody angry, nobody cared
I used to count the cracks in the ceiling
While the whole house lost its feeling
Pre-Chorus (Soft melodic singing)
We say “I’m fine” like a prayer now
Like if we repeat it, it won’t hurt somehow
Chorus (Emotional cinematic chorus)
There’s no saints left in this house
Just tired people bleeding out
Vodka tears and venom words
Turning pain into something learned
And every kid grows up too fast
Trying not to become their past
You call this love because it’s loud
There’s no saints left in this house
Verse 2 (Sharper rap, more bitterness)
He said “I’m trying,” slammed the door
I heard that line a thousand times before
Everybody breaking in their own way
Then acting shocked when the kids don’t stay
Now I hate the sound of raised voices
Makes my whole body panic for a moment
Funny how trauma sticks around
Even after you move out of town
I still memorize every exit
Still expect love to turn reckless
Guess when home feels unstable long enough
You stop believing people stay soft
Bridge (Starts fragile, builds emotionally)
Maybe nobody meant to hurt anybody
Maybe pain just spreads
But intentions don’t fix childhoods
And sorry doesn’t erase it
Final Chorus (Huge emotional release)
There’s no saints left in this house
Just broken people acting proud
Kitchen fights and slammed doors
Turning kids into little wars
And every scar becomes routine
Every bottle kills something quietly
You call this “family” somehow
There’s no saints left in this house
Outro (Tired emotional vocals)
Some kids grow up
Some kids just escape
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