i spy with my little eyes something broken

there was nothing around the room that looked broken

maybe the vase on the coffee table
never mind it looks fine

maybe the frame hung on the wall of a happy family

take a closer look
the male of the family doesn't seem happy
his kids have red noses and if you probe even deeper you'll notice the wife's puffy eyes that couldn't be hidden with her heavy makeup

wonder to yourself what must've happened

i spy with my little eyes something that wanted to be happy

look around the room once again
there are hundred dollar bills under the pillows of the sofa
look closer and you'll find the "tip" letters
that's not of the husband but is marked with another male name

look even closer and you'll find the wife's lingerie and card that grants employees of a certain strip club entry

i spy with my little eyes something that didn't want commitment

once again it's a hunt but not really
look around the room and you'll find crappy love letters
many of them in one shoe box underneath the couch
there are notes and disturbing sketches belonging to the husband that were supposed to be sent to different women

i spy with my little eyes something even more broken than this family

their daughter hides pocket knives in her bedroom and thinks she deserves the pain

she has so much to live for but that's not what she sees

i spy with my little eyes something that is slowly dying

her younger brother hides his pills in different areas of the house
sometimes in the bathroom
sometimes in his room
sometimes in the fridge
never stays in one place too long

he was diagnosed with something incurable and thinks his life is going to end
it will with all those pills
but we have to wait

i spy with my little eyes something that can't be fixed
i see a family in this picture that was broken before it was even made
a family that started a fire without even starting a family

they're surviving but can't hold on for a long time

they're trying and that's all that matters
so when you walk through their doors don't comment on anything

just tell the wife her pie was as great as her lap dances and tell their children they're growing to be fine fellas

tell the husband he has a sweet ride
and ignore the love bites on his neck, ignore how he smells like perfume that doesn't match the scent of his wife

leave their house with a fulfilling feeling and form a desire for their life
without knowing what their reality is.