Broken Bones

She’d never been much for making excuses and such
She kept it all inside her
But the rag of ice cubes on one more late night bruise
It served as a reminder

He’d pour himself a double then go looking for trouble
In her every gesture
And she’d try with all her might, taught herself not to bite
No matter how he’d test her

‘Cause a house don’t make a home when it’s built on sticks and stones
And a broken heart heals better than broken bones

She’d spent 26 years saying “yes dear”
With buckets of tears behind her
But now the kids are and she’s all alone
She’s go where he can’t find her

‘Cause a house don’t make a home when it’s built on sticks and stones
And a broken heart heals better than broken bones

He came in after nine, passed out from sweet red wine
Before he could come at her
So she packed up her things, took off that wedding ring
And left it on the counter

‘Cause a house don’t make a home when it’s built on sticks and stones
And a broken heart heals better than broken bones