We Don't Talk Lyrics

I grew up outside a picture-perfect home

Blood of only children in my bones

But no one sees when it gets bad

The picture frame, it breaks in half

And all the neighbors act like they don't know

See the residential world behind the glass

Bible quotes on every welcome mat

But don't wind up this little town

Cuz demons live in every house

And mine is sipping whiskey in the back

But we don't talk about that

Drunken women, they're a product of their time

Drowning in their white suburban wine

Down the bottle, clean the glass

Scrub until the Pain is Past

Another memory they won't recognize

But they don't talk about that, they lie

So how can you go with no one to go to?

Can't trust the fall, cuz he always fell through

But every part of you wants to

I'll make myself a picture-perfect home

Blood of wine and whiskey in my bones

Empty bottles fill the trash

Just a slip-up, it won't last

Lock the door- act like they don't know

But they don't talk about that

They know