Текст песни Huntington - The Thought

BLAQKNOIZ, Yo

I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
Pretty sure it's haunted so I hope that I
Make it out alive
I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
It's like a broom closet, 'cause two pockets
Do less to provide
I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
No more childhood home, getting mile-stoned
And it makes me want to cry
I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
Mom been all prepared to get out of there
Since their marriage took a dive

It was time to switch schools, Mom was tryn'a get you
Sitting in a different district
There shouldn't be an issue, did you miss the big news?
"You can bet your ass these kids rich!"
"Now, are you gonna get through softer than some tissues
Or you gonna make your skin thick?"
Well I never thought about it like that, guess they'll never meet Jack
Just another stupid kid
All he do is call himself fat, and nobody likes that
Except the victims of the bullies
Acting like a fucking doormat, as a default format
And all they see a pussy
So they use him for that, pouring fuel on his wrath
Social climbing, he's a pully
He's too used to the path, the abuses of Dad
So he welcomes all it fully

I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
Pretty sure it's haunted so I hope that I
Make it out alive
I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
It's like a broom closet, 'cause two pockets
Do less to provide
I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
No more childhood home, getting mile-stoned
And it makes me want to cry
I got a new room, in a new house
On Huntington Drive
Mom been all prepared to get out of there
Since their marriage took a dive

And I should've run away when I had the chance
Packed up all my favorite clothes, had my double-bass and a couple bands
I had white knuckles, and you wouldn't understand
'Less you knew firsthand, and ran away without a plan
I got all that to the curb without uttering a word
My Brother hadn't stirred but my Mother must've heard
Saw her coming when I turned, bursted out in tears
Couldn't tell her why I yearned to be getting out of here
So I cover up the fear of returning to Dad's
I still love her, it's my Mother, and I'm hurting her bad
In my spirit, I'm a runner, and it's driving me mad
To be stuck in silent suffering, but I'm coming back
So I'm learning love is smothering the truth of the matter
While my Mom is making cocoa so her son doesn't scatter
I'm just wiping off my mocos, and I know I'll be sadder
'Cause the price to not go solo being served on a platter
So we chatter, and act like nothing really happened
Sharing laughter 'til the memory abandoned
Another chapter, in the path to the absent mind
That never bothered to examine
Anything that had saddened the child
In her mind it was all rather mild
"If he was really hurting then he wouldn't have smiled"
No need to go the extra mile...