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Downstairs

"But in times of trouble
I can turn to my mother
And I know that she gon' understand"
You hear Mike Poster say and sing along -
Your lips quiver when you have to say mother...
You feel awkward uttering those lies -
You mean lines -
But lies can fit in there too.

You don't want to think negative...
You feel weird knowing you don't call your step mum mum...
You ponder it
And acknowledge the difficulty in doing so now
Out of nowhere
After two years of being distant
And boxed in and unopened.
Some day someone will ask why you don't...
You know they will.

You feel weird
Because every song that has "mother" in it
Will be unplayable if your dad is near.

You start singing to "We don't talk anymore"...
You feel weird again,
You feel weird singing heartbreak love songs around him -
You don't want him
To remember what happened
Between him and your mum.

You're glad the song changes,
"I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink"
You change the song before Tyler says he's insecure...
You say it sounds depro...
You don't want dad to know
That
That kinda stuff
Is
Your jam.

You take your phone
And flee downstairs,
Because your earphones are stuffed up
But you wanna hear your songs
From your people
Without fear of judgement
From his right pupil.

So you flee
Downstairs -
Down
The
Stairs.