War Is a Really Clever Metaphor for Divorce

Are we the swaddled bombs that marked the start of your war?
“It's not your fault”
That line is ages old
So is disbelief and doubt
The children always blame themselves

Around half of the choir find no comfort in their hymns
And can’t help but feel like liars begging mercy for their sins
When their mothers and their fathers promised each other so many things
All of which were meant to last as long as they both shall live

Lock up your sons and daughters if they’re from broken homes
They’ll only blame you for their faults but little do they know
They were supposed to be solutions, they were meant to rescue festered love
So let this be a lesson; kids only fuck things up