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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama's got her suitcase
Daddy's got that quiet stare
Cartoons on the TV
But nobody even cares
My backpack in the hallway
Lunchbox on the floor
They say it ain't about me
Then why're they slamming doors
[Chorus]
They say I'll have two houses, one home
Two beds, same worn-out clothes
Two fridges with my drawings
Two porches where I grow
If love's still love
Why's it feel like it's broke
Two houses, one home
And a kid stuck in the road
[Verse 2]
Wednesday's at my daddy's
Weekends back with mom
I learn a lot of weather
From who brings up the storm
I keep a secret notebook
Of things I never say
Like "can't you sit together
For just my birthday"
[Chorus]
They say I'll have two houses, one home
Two beds, same worn-out clothes
Two fridges with my drawings
Two porches where I grow
If love's still love
Why's it feel like it's broke
Two houses, one home
And a kid stuck in the road
[Bridge]
I line up all my toy cars
Half here, half over there (oh)
Maybe if I share it
It won't feel so unfair
I pack my little suitcase
With socks and hope and doubt
They tell me it ain't my fault
Then why can't I shake it out
[Chorus]
They say I'll have two houses, one home
Two beds, same worn-out clothes
Two fridges with my drawings
Two porches where I grow
If love's still love
Maybe it just changed clothes
Two houses, one home
And a kid learning the road
Details
GeneratedFeb 26, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Warm modern country band with gentle swing, male vocals. Intimate acoustic guitar and soft brushed drums in the verses; chorus lifts with pedal steel, light piano, and stacked harmonies from the second hook onward. Start tender and conversational, then grow into a bittersweet, big-hearted singalong by the final chorus.
Credits
Prompt byBeardedwndr
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A country song about divorce from a kids point of view, male
