This House Don't Feel Like Home Lyrics Novels & Stories

Dime drove us to our apartment as we jammed out in my truck "We'll have a house party, we don't need nobody, Turn your TV off, break the boom-box out, We'll wake up all the neighbors 'til the whole block hates us, And the cops show up and try to shut us down, If you're gonna be a homebody, We're gonna have a house party, If you want to be a homebody, We're gonna have a house party..." Dime and I sang our favorite song and danced to it as we pulled up to the apartment, not leaving the truck until the song was over.

And for the first time in forever, the house didn’t feel like a cage. It felt like a beginning

Some part of me already knew that calling out would only delay something that was coming regardless. Each step felt heavier than the last. My hands had gone cold somewhere between the second and third stair and I couldn't feel my fingertips properly, which was strange because the house wasn't cold at all. I kept thinking 'stop, you're being ridiculous, stop' and my legs kept moving anyway, kept carrying me down the hall, kept bringing me closer to the door at the end of it. The sounds reached me before I touched the handle. I stood completely still in the hallway. "Do you love it?" Cole's voice. Low. The way it gets when he thinks no one else can hear him.

I sang in a faint voice. "Why don't you wanna go home?" He asked. I shook my head and leaned my forehead against his chest. "It's just a song," I mumbled. "But, I don't want to go home right now, really." "Hmm? Why is that?' "I am already home. You are my home now," Because the home I had in my nineteen years of existence doesn't feel like it. It's like, it was never my home. "Maybe I am born for you to shelter," I chuckled. "Are you okay with that?"

“What are you doing here?” My brows lifted, his question grating against my ear drums. “I should be asking you that.” I exhaled, and ran a finger through my hair. “Pack up, we're going home.” Kael scoffed. “Home? Where?” “You!” My mouth opened but the words died in my throat. Right. We don't have a home. The house admired by others is merely a cold hollow shell. Even I feel that it's a prison, Kael young as he was would definitely hold a higher disdain for it.

Surely, he was mistaken. “Help me out here. Tell me what you’re thinking so I can make you feel more at home here.” “Why is everyone so fixated on me feeling I need to feel like this is my home? I don’t have a home. I never have. Why would I have one now?”

We need not talk about all of that, there’s nothing for us beyond this point why should I talk about that. “ Come on, talk to me. You seem like you have a lot on your mind. I might not be of any help but I can listen. You’ve been so kind to me, let me do the same” she says smiling, she looks so open and inviting. I look at her silent, I sort through my thoughts. It’s not like we can sit here silent. “I was just thinking about what makes a house a home. I live here but it doesn’t feel like home. There hasn’t been a place where I feel at home in a long time.” I say allowing for a moment of honesty.

Home. The word hit me like a punch to the chest. Safe. Warm. Something I’d never really had in my life not with my father’s house, not with all the cold walls and rules that made me feel more like a prisoner than a son. But hearing it now? From him? God, I liked the sound of it. I wanted it. “Yes,” I said quickly, almost too quickly. “Home. Take me home.” And then, like an idiot, my throat tightened. That single word stirred something ugly and fragile inside me, and before I could shut it down, a drop of water slipped from the corner of my eye.

" the MC presented. Then the lights went out and the group commended and yelled when they heard their band. Different lights gradually turned on, as though moving to the music of the band. "I'm going under and this time I dread there's nobody to save me, This go big or go home truly got an approach to making me insane. I really want someone to mend, someone to be aware, Somebody to have, someone to hold, It's not difficult to say, yet all the same it's rarely something very similar. I surmise loved the manner in which you desensitized all the torment.

He paused and rubbed his right thumb across her cheek, his eyes boring into her deepest part. "I don't want to come back just to a clean home and home made meals. I want to come back to you too." His voice was so deep and coarse with overwhelming emotions. "I want to come home to you 'cause my home is where my heart is. You're stuck with me, Ava. I'm never letting you go, so I need you to start getting rid of your fears." That was all she needed to hear to get the sparks out. And by God, she believed every word.