The Boy In The Bubble Lyrics

She told me "George I wanna leave, I wanna see the stars"

Ecstasy and whiskey, coke been blackening her heart

Her livers battle scarred, only healed from time apart

Should've gone to Mars but she got lost inside my past

I bought her to the bubble and I told her she'll be safe

I forgot this prison wasn't built for her escape

A fortress forged in struggle, fortified by rage

The victim of my story, now a story on my page

She made this house a home

We squabble over bottles like she's better off alone

We keep our curtain closed

We sleep all day, I write all night, she knows I love her though

We wake up hardly sober, we get right down to business

Double shot of Jäger 'fore the hangover can hit us

Irish coffee, tequila tea, Hendricks with the citrus

Didn't know it at the time but i messed up the three of us

She told me "George I think you think the world revolves around you"

Then she took my drink and said "you wonder why you spiral"

"You bought me to this bubble where the past can still surround you"

"What if we went sober like I was before I found you"

I just brushed it off, polished off another shot

She just ran upstairs, crying tears, I was not

Gunna make a change but I've changed from those days

I was there to stay, my escape from the pain

She'd say that I'm aggressive, I'd regret it when I'm up

I never could account for half the nights that I was drunk

Living on that sofa, never sober, chain smoker

I told her that I love her but she never got her closure

Then she came downstairs with a suitcase and she said

"It's over George, the alcohols been messing with your head"

"I love you half to death when you're not lost inside the gin"

"Call me when you're sober, maybe we can try again"

Next thing that I know, I'm seven years down the road

Four years sober and for three been selling shows

Wrote an album bout a Martian and I made a house a home

Got friends that I call family, we live out what I wrote

But I never got a call back from the victim of my story

Left voicemail after voicemail but her answer phone destroyed me

Put the bubble in a song so she knows I made it out

Trouble with a track is that I don't know where she's at

'Til last week, Me, Matt and Song, we did a set

Promotion for an album that ain't even ready yet

I jumped down in the crowed, looked around and lost my breath

She's here, she's at the set, I haven't seen her since she left

No encore to the show so people start to leave

I ran out of the venue, tried to find her on the street

Found her with a kid, she said it's time that you two meet

Tommy meet your dad