Bolts (uncomfortable interlude) Lyrics

The bolts on my scooter they rattle a lot

And we're all scared, so we don't talk

Mom picked the lock

Dads temper had popped

Pills left the mental to rot

The wood on on his skateboard creaked

The violence at home had peaked

Brothers in shock don't speak

Holes in the shoes on our feet

A breeze tickles the leaves

And rattles the trees

Tears turn the lights into streaks

Warm water turns cold on the cheek

Warm water turns cold on the cheek

The gears clicked on his bike

His heart is a home for a spike

Hair drifts out his hood like a kite

All of their minds, are loud in the night

The fists of their father, clenched so tight

There's just a long stare

There's just a long stare

This is a nightmare

This is a nightmare