Lyrics By: J.G. Argo ©2026 [Intro] Everybody gets real brave When the target’s far away Little screens Little jokes Little knives hidden in what we say Somebody’s child walks home tonight Checking shadows at the red stoplight And we call it culture Call it truth Call it “just having a view” [Verse 1] Sunday morning, folded hands Cheap coffee in the fellowship hall Same mouths singing “love your neighbor” Laughing at a stranger in the parking lot Mascara cracking in a gas station mirror Trying to make courage look natural Voice shaking while they pay for cigarettes Like survival should be invisible And I remember laughing too Just to stay inside the room God, that memory burns Like smoke trapped in my lungs [Pre-Chorus] Cause nobody hears the silence After everybody goes home Nobody sees the shaking Behind the glow of a phone You don’t know What somebody’s carrying Till the night they finally let go [Chorus] EVERYBODY LOVES A WOUND UNTIL THE WOUND LOOKS BACK AT THEM You laughed while somebody disappeared Just trying to survive the night again No more jokes at a funeral No more hunting season hearts THEY WERE HUMAN THE WHOLE TIME THEY WERE HUMAN FROM THE START [Verse 2] Teenage kid in oversized sleeves Walking faster when the truck slows down Learning early how to read danger By the volume of a laughing crowd And I swear the cruelest thing Was how normal it all became People throwing stones for entertainment Then washing their hands of blame Meanwhile somebody’s upstairs crying Finding a reason to keep from dying Hiding their face when the floorboards creak Asking heaven why survival feels weak Why existing Feels like an emergency [Bridge] What if one night The silence wins? What if the headline says “They just couldn’t take it anymore”? Would we still call it humor? Would we still call it freedom? Or finally admit We built coliseums out of human beings And maybe hell Isn’t fire below Maybe it’s learning too late What your laughter destroyed [Final Chorus] EVERYBODY LOVES A WOUND UNTIL THE WOUND LOOKS BACK AT THEM Every punchline leaves a scar Even if you never touched their skin No more jokes at a funeral No more sharpened little words THEY WERE HUMAN THE WHOLE TIME THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN ENOUGH TO LEARN [Outro] Somebody’s child How would you react if it was your child? Would you still throw stones If the tears were running wild? Would you still call it weakness Would you still turn away If the voice crying upstairs Had your own last name? Somebody’s fear Somebody wishing they felt safe here And maybe love Starts this way— When the laughter finally breaks.
