Boy In The Bubble
Alec Benjamin Lyrics

It was 6:48, I was walking home
The singer is describing his mundane evening routine

Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
The singer is lonely and isolated

I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold
The singer had a disappointing meal

Then I covered up my face so that no one knows
The artist wants to hide his emotions and vulnerability

I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
The artist wants to avoid conflict and is often in his own world

But then came trouble
The singer's attempts to avoid trouble were unsuccessful

When my mom walked into the living room
The singer's mother arrived home

She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"
The artist's mother wants to know why he is upset

I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do"
The artist doesn't want to burden his mother with his struggles

She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"
The artist's mother notices that he has been physically hurt

And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
The singer is feeling intense emotions

Mind was running, air was freezing
The artist is experiencing anxiety and fear

Put my hands up, put my hands up
The singer is putting his hands up in self-defense

I told this kid I'm ready for a fight
The singer is trying to defend himself

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
The singer is willing to endure physical harm

Every time you curse my name
The artist is used to being insulted

I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen
The artist refuses to react to provocation

Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground
The singer is resigned to being beaten

It's only gonna let you down
The singer believes that violence is not a solution

Come the lightning and the thunder
The artist is anticipating a storm

You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
The artist believes that violence will have negative consequences

Well, I squared him up, left my chest exposed
The artist is fighting back

He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
The singer is physically hurt in the fight

And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
The artist's willingness to endure pain surprises him

With the blood on his hands from my broken nose
The singer's attacker becomes violent again

But like every other day, he was scared to go
The singer's attacker is also struggling with his own problems

Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
The singer's attacker has a difficult home life

Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
The artist's attacker is using alcohol to cope

Just looking for trouble
The artist's attacker has a tendency towards violence

Well, there's no excuse for the things he did
The singer acknowledges that his attacker's actions were unjustified

But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
The singer empathizes with his attacker's struggles

Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid
The artist's attacker has suffered from parental neglect

And I hope one day that he'll say to him
The artist wishes for forgiveness and reconciliation

"Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
The artist wants his attacker's father to stop drinking and abusing

In this broken bubble"
The singer is hopeful that both he and his attacker can escape their difficult circumstances