Getting in the way

Same door, same walls,

still I

don't belong

I know

every room, but it all feels wrong

Table full of faces,

but nobody sees me They hit my line only when the load

gets heavy Need a ride,

need a hand, need a place to lean Then I fade from

the frame like I never been seen

Cousins call me family when the moment suits it Soon as I

need love, somehow they move stupid I kept the hurt tucked deep,

tried to play it cool But a house ain't a home when

they use you like a tool I don't feel at home in

my own home

Barely hold my heart,

just hold on

When they let me go like I mean nothing My friends keep

a light on, keep me running

I don't feel at home in my own home

Still I breathe through nights this long

If I made it here through all that crushing

It's my friends who kept me from falling

I learned to read a room by the weight in the silence

Smiles at the cookout hiding small acts of violence Not the kind

that bleeds, more the kind that erases Turn your name to a

favor, then forget all your faces I was good for the help,

good for carrying pain Good for being the one that they could

call in the rain But my day ones showed up with no

price on their care Sat with me in the dark and made

a life out of air So if I built my peace out

of people who chose me

Maybe that's a home,

maybe that's the old me

Learning blood ain't love if it comes with conditions Learning real ones

stay through the breaks and the missing

I don't feel at home in my own home

But I found my breath in the unknown When they let me

go like I mean nothing

My friends held me up when my knees were buckling

I don't feel at home in my own home

Still I rise though the hurt stays close If I made it

here through all that crushing It's my friends who kept my heart

still beating

Same door, same walls,

I still know the road

But the ones who chose me

helped me bear the load (ooh)

I'm still here