What About The Kids

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