[Intro: dusty keys, soft bass, distant room noise] Yeah. Nobody here came with instructions. Probably for the best. [Verse 1: relaxed conversational rap] Front door barely shuts right Shoes by the stairs, three hoodies in sight Somebody left a cup where a cup shouldn't be Somebody yelled “WHO TOUCHED THIS?” Wasn't me Whole place loud in a comfortable way Everybody got baggage, we just gave it a place Some came running Some got found Some showed up once and never really left town Got wolves in the hallway Cats on the couch Demons with opinions they refuse to keep down Somebody's cooking Somebody burned it Somebody swears that the smoke alarm deserved it Yeah, we're strange That's established fact Half this family got scars, other half got snacks And somehow every chair got somebody in it Even when we swear this house reached its limit [Pre-Chorus: melodic rap] No matching names No matching blood Just a whole lotta people who decided that's enough You need somewhere safe? Yeah, we got space Might gotta move some laundry— But we got space [Chorus: warm melodic hook] It's a house full of strays Everybody came a different way Little bit stubborn, little bit strange Still somebody calls your name We got dents in the walls Pictures crooked down the hall Nobody here was born to fit Guess that's why we fit like this House full of strays House full of love Whole damn family made from us If you got nowhere left to go Come inside You already know [Verse 2: tighter flow, playful] You learn quick who can't share fries Who says “I'm fine” with the least convincing eyes Who steals blankets Who sleeps through alarms Who'll threaten the universe if you come to harm We argue over dumb shit Then share dessert Say “don't talk to me” while asking if you're hurt Somebody slams doors Somebody needs space Ten minutes later there's food outside their place That's us Affection with terrible timing Love language mostly aggressive reminding “Text when you're home.” “Eat something first.” “Take my jacket.” “You look like shit.” Translation? You're loved. That's it. Nobody says it pretty every day Sometimes “I saved you some” is all we gotta say And I learned home ain't quiet Home ain't clean Home is somebody knowing exactly what you mean [Chorus: fuller drums, layered vocals] It's a house full of strays Everybody came a different way Little bit reckless, little afraid Still somebody saves your place We got dents in the walls Too many names to count 'em all Nobody here was born to fit Guess that's why we fit like this House full of strays House full of love Whole damn family made from us If the world makes you feel alone Come inside You're already home [Verse 3: lower, more emotional] Some of us came here expecting the door To close the second we became too much to ignore Some learned love with an exit attached So we keep one eye open even when we relax I know that feeling Bag half-packed Heart doing math Counting every good day like the bad one's coming back But nobody's keeping score here Nobody's renting affection You don't lose your room because you had a bad direction You can disappear upstairs Come down when you're ready We'll still be here arguing whether dinner is spaghetti You don't gotta earn your plate Or justify staying Don't gotta make yourself smaller so nobody starts weighing What you're worth Nah. We don't do that. Only thing you're paying is replacing my snacks. And even then... We'll discuss it. [Bridge: beat strips to Rhodes and soft guitar] Maybe we're not what anybody pictured Maybe every family photo's a little mismatched Good. I like it like that. Every weird little piece Every scar Every laugh Nobody planned this house We just kept leaving the light on [Final Chorus: big warm layered hook] For a house full of strays Everybody came a different way Little bit bruised, little bit brave Still somebody knows your face Got dents in the walls Laughter shaking through the halls Nobody here was born to fit Guess that's why we fit like this House full of strays House full of love Every lost soul made one of us So if somebody asks where I belong Tell 'em— Here. With all of 'em. [Outro: drums fade, room chatter underneath] Yeah. Lock the door. Count heads. ...Actually don't. We'll be here all night. House Full Of Strays.
