Tom Conroy - Home Rush

Under tables in the summer throwing scissors and felt tip pens
I kept on asking where they were and if my letters had sent
Not understanding, so demanding, kept on and about them
Got told to wait 'till I'm older cause the truth will come out then
My father told me don't go picking battles son
Just because you've got a fist doesn't mean it should throw a punch
The truth will come to you but right now you are far too young
So enjoy your ignorance until you find out where you're from
Home rush, you'd come to pick me up
And I'll be tearing down the whole room whilst you'd be getting judged
I'm fucked, but you signed the papers
So that makes me owned by you and you'll be working twice as much
Home rush, you'd come early from your job
Give your boss another excuse cause I've got someone in headlock
Tough luck, cause I'd be getting judged
Without context I guess people thought I'm naturally fucked up
Sat in libraries during winters you got a message on your phone
You know I'm terrible with words you were fine with it though
In the kitchen after dad was stood by the window
My anxiety doesn't matter when you're still gonna love me though
My mother always told me it don't matter what way you swing
You'll have some ups and downs but that's just true for everything
I know blood relation's what holds us but baby here's the truth
I may not have given birth but I can still see me in you
Home rush, you'd come to pick me up
And I'll be tearing down the whole room whilst you'd be getting judged
I'm fucked, but you signed the papers
So that makes me owned by you and you'll be working twice as much
Home rush, you'd come early from your job
Give your boss another excuse cause I've got someone in headlock
Tough luck, cause I'd be getting judged
Without context I guess people thought I'm naturally fucked up
Home rush, you'd come to pick me up
And they'll be running me through rooms cause I'm always getting judged
It hurt getting kicked in the stomach
But it's something I'm used to when I'm being dragged through the dirt
Home rush, you'd come early from your job
Give your boss another excuse cause they've got me in headlock
Tough luck, cause I'm always getting judged
Didn't choose to be like this, it's just the people who I love
Home rush
You'll be worried twice as much
You've put strength in me and that is way more than enough
Home rush

Written by:
Thomas Conroy

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