by Laylabby August 14, 2017
Get the House partymug. A little past supper-time
I'm still out on the porch step sitting on my behind,
Waiting for you.
Wondering if everything is alright.
Momma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time." I said, "I've got time.
Well, he'll be here soon."
Five years old and talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy, can't you tell?
I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain.
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you.
I paced my room a million times.
And all I ever got was one big lie, the same old lie.
How could you?
I'm still out on the porch step sitting on my behind,
Waiting for you.
Wondering if everything is alright.
Momma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time." I said, "I've got time.
Well, he'll be here soon."
Five years old and talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy, can't you tell?
I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain.
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you.
I paced my room a million times.
And all I ever got was one big lie, the same old lie.
How could you?
Well, I was eighteen and still talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy can't you tell?
I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
And I'm alone again
Well, if I learned anything from this... It's how to live on my own.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy can't you tell?
I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
And I'm alone again
Well, if I learned anything from this... It's how to live on my own.
by Death Menace June 13, 2023
Get the House of Painmug. House music for shopping malls.
House music for people who like to say "house music" who know nothing about house music.
House music for people who like to say "house music" who know nothing about house music.
by Bad Grampa July 14, 2022
Get the Abercrombie Housemug. by Boom dynamite June 5, 2019
Get the boom at your housemug. Zen House is the kind of house music that instantly puts you in a chill spot by a waterfall, surrounded by the serene sounds of chirping birds. With a spicy plantain snack and a fresh fruit bowl within reach, and a glass of Pinot Grigio or a nice cold beer in hand, you find yourself dancing and snacking, totally immersed in the moment. It's all about being fully Zen, relaxed, and not worrying about things you cannot change, simply living in the harmony of beats and nature.
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