[Verse 1] Welcome home Careful where you step That used to be the kitchen That used to be my room That used to be a family Now don't touch that It's valuable [Verse 2] There was a house here once Family name on the deed Walls that held generations Now they're choking on greed Mold on the bread now shit on the ornaments Thirty year old rubbish with a story attached Don't throw that away I might need that Need what Broken chairs Bags full of bags Food gone black in the cupboard Dead mice in the walls Touch one fucking trinket and she'll tear down the halls Kitchen gone, shower gone, house swallowed alive Yet every piece of garbage has earned the right to survive She calls it treasure, I call it a grave She buried a family home and demanded we praise The woman who gave us somewhere to stay Funny how this story leaves out the moldy asbestos, the filth, the infestation The fact there ain't been hot water in the fucking place Poor Isobel doesn't understand She didn't mean it, she can't help it So who pulled the strings when she screamed in your face? Who threw your belongings out when you challenged her space? Who made every boundary a declaration of war? Who made you feel guilty for wanting a floor? [Chorus] Garbage goblin, sitting on her throne Built it out of broken things and called the rubble home Garbage goblin, don't you touch her gold She'd rather save a piece of trash than save a human soul Everything she owns, nothing gets discarded Except the people that she knows You gave your garbage more rights to this house than you gave me [Verse 3] Watch the magic happen, watch the narrative bend Watch the villain be convicted before the sentence can end Why is the house filthy? Everybody else's fault Why won't you accept help? I don't need it, I'm fine, I'm not locked Move one fucking box Throw something out, she'll throw your shit away Tit for tat with a hoarder who's got forty years of rage Then another message, another theory, another rant, another midnight conspiracy, nobody fucking asking She plays the helpless little old lady while controlling every room I don't need anybody while everybody else gets consumed No apology, just rewritten history Until somehow you're to blame And when you finally break, look how cruel they are to me Never mention what she did to make you lose your mind I was thirteen when I learned adults don't always see They called me angry, I called it reality [Verse 4] তুই আমার হোমওয়ার্ক আউট পয়জড এভরি রুম মেক দ্য প্লেস আই শুড হ্যাভ স্লেপ্ট ফিল লাইক এ ফাকিং টুম্ব I learned to lower my standards just to have somewhere to breathe You called it generosity, I called it what I needed I'm giving you a house You're giving me a burden with a roof attached to it Don't hand somebody hell and demand they call it bliss You made us walk on eggshells, then blamed us for the cracks Made us clean your messes and attacked us when we asked Made your sickness everybody's problem, then denied there was a problem And my uncle still standing in the wreckage because somebody has to stay You guilt him into carrying you, then tell him you're just fine While you're solely killing him one obligation at a time That's not love, that's not family ties [Chorus] And here's the part you never counted on The child grew up The angry teenager became a calm adult Same behavior, same excuses, same blame, same rot But now there are witnesses Now people are looking Now they're saying this isn't normal [Verse 5] I spent years wondering if maybe I was wrong Maybe I was too angry, maybe I misunderstood folly I'm older now, I'm calmer now and I'm standing here with the same fucking memory So was I thirteen wrong? Was I sixteen wrong? Was every person you destroyed just another misunderstanding? Every boundary an insult, every consequence persecution Or did they finally see you? The masking magic when nobody holds it up The poor little old lady act doesn't work when the house is fucked Call yourself the victim till your dying breath Being hurt doesn't give you the right to hand out death Not literal, the slow kind The kind where you holler people out until they don't recognize themselves Until somebody finally says no [Chorus] Garbage goblin, sitting on her throne Buried every living thing to keep a rubbish home I finally see You gave your garbage more rights to this house than your family [Outro] You kept everything Every box, every bottle, every grievance Every excuse, everything Except accountability Keep your treasure, keep your kingdom, keep your garbage Just don't call it a home And don't call yourself the victim When the puppets cut the strings The house was never yours to destroy Neither were we
