No saints

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