Divorced From Reality

[Intro: Braille]
Divorced from reality
He was twenty minutes early just to sit in the car (Sit in the car, sit in the car)

[Verse 1: Braille]
He was twenty minutes early just to sit in the car
Thinking to himself, "Man, this is bizarre"
Now he's walking down the corridor to go and see the coroner
Thinking back to when he was a young boy courtin' her
Now he's in the court wit' her, goin' through divorce
Used to be supportin', now he's paying child support
Ain't no forcin' her to change her mind
It's made up like the make-up on her face, it's a closed case
She entered the room with a dress on, it wasn't white
But still, the sight of it reminded him of their wedding day
And how happy she was; it's so different now
So distant, not easily forgotten
The ring box became a coffin (Coffin)
The promises got overpowered by problems
Divorced

[Chorus: The Illumination Project & Braille]
I know this isn't how it should be (Now)
Will we be alright, alright? Oh
Two became one, then they multiplied (Then they multiplied)

[Verse 2: Braille]
First they were a couple, then they had a couple kids
Got tired of the struggle, now they shuffle them
Like a deck of cards, but the kids feel like jokers
Nobody knows who the king or the queen is
Back and forth between two different houses
Two toy boxes, two closets full of outfits
Remember that when you address the issues that surface: they've got two addresses
How can you measure the effects of this on their adolescence?
And the impression it made from the mess that was made is so demoralizing
We should be mortified, but instead we normalize it
I mourn for the families torn by divorce
That's such a devastating course
Divorced

[Chorus: The Illumination Project & Braille]
I know this isn't how it should be (From reality)
Will we be alright, alright? Hmm

[Verse 3: Braille]
It hits home
My grandparents on my mom's side
My mom and dad, and then, my mom and my stepdad
My aunts and uncles and many close friends
My own first marriage came to an end
If it's so common, tell me: what's so wrong with it?
When relationships don't work out, we move on (Move on)
And that's fine if it's just a piece of paper
But what if marriage pointed at something greater?
More than issues that a couple couldn't iron out
The greatest end of divorces, the truth that it lies about
The lies abound, influenced and informed by
Broken homes, the media and porn
Started well, but somebody should have warned
Was the foundation built to weather the storm?
Marriage ain't a platform for selfish ambition
It's supposed to be a picture of sacrificial commitment
Divorced!
From reality (From reality, from reality)
Will we be alright? Will we be alright?

[Chorus: The Illumination Project]
I know this isn't how it should be
Will we be alright, alright?
Ooh-ooh