Broken Crayons | Pale Crayon

Broken Crayons by Pale Crayon A father's guilt bleeds through every bar like ink soaking into a child's drawing — raw, tender, and achingly real. This is the sound of a man staring at his own wreckage through the innocent eyes of the one person who still believes in him. ── Lyrics ── You were five Coloring suns that looked like eggs Cartoon house Little hearts for legs I was late Smelled like trouble at the door You just smiled Said "Daddy You made it this time for sure There were sirens Sleeping in my phone Court dates circled But you just saw cones On your picture Orange circles in the grass You asked Do cops wear capes? I lied and said Yeah They just move fast This is for the broken crayons Scattered on your bedroom floor All the times I snapped in half Then swore I'd never break no more If I could pull the fire Right out of my angry eyes I'd build you a world of paper moons Where nobody has to learn how to lie Mama and me Talking sharp behind thin walls You in the hall Stuffed bear pressed to the drywall You drew storms Black clouds over stick-figure us Tiny tear drops Blue scribbles flooding the bus We played pretend Packed bags for outer space Said we'd move to Mars Where people use softer words to your face But I stayed stuck On the same old neighborhood street Made you a promise Then watched it slip under my feet This is for the broken crayons Scattered on your bedroom floor All the times I snapped in half Then swore I'd never break no more If I could pull the fire Right out of my angry eyes I'd build you a world of paper moons Where nobody has to learn how to lie One day you'll read Every file with my name Hear strangers tell Their versions of my shame I can't erase it Can't edit out the nights you cried But I can stand here Hands open Nothing left to hide This is for the broken crayons Scattered on your bedroom floor All the times I snapped in half Then swore I'd never break no more If I could pull the fire Right out of my angry eyes I'd build you a world of paper moons Where nobody has to learn how to lie So when the world Feels heavy for your hands Remember Kid We colored castles out of cans I might be the mess You use as a warning sign But every line I ruined You turned into a better line #emotionalcinematicpoprapballadwithstorytellingfocus #midtempoaround8595bpmversesinspokenrapstylebyadeep #expressivemalevocaloverasparse #warmpianoprogression #subtlestrings #andsoftbutpunchyhiphopdrumstightkick #snare #lighthats #deepbasschorusessungbyastrong #soulfulpopvocalemotional