Breaking into Cars

Looked away as my Dad cried
He said your mother is a liar
She quit on me she'll quit on you
It's who she is it's what she'll do
I remember breaking into cars
I was only searching for a spark
I remember smashing glass at dark
Trying to find my voice
My first creative choice
My Mother was very ill
She thought that my Dad would kill
We hid out at her friend's house
I tried my best to calm her down
I remember breaking into cars
I was only searching for a spark
I remember smashing glass at dark
Trying to find my voice
My first creative choice