The Boy In The Bubble Chords & Lyrics - Alec Benjamin

[VERSE 1]
It was [Bm]6:48, I was walking home

Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
I had ch[Em]icken on the plate, but the food was cold

Then I covered up my face so that no one knows
[D]I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But [D]then came trouble
When my m[Bm]om walked into the living room

She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"
I said, "Y[Em]ou don't wanna know the things I had to do"

She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"
I said I [D]didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But th[D]en came trouble

[PRE-CHORUS]
And my h[Bm]eart was pumping, chest was screaming
Mi[Em]nd was running, air was freezing
P[D]ut my hands up, put my hands up
I t[D]old this kid I'm ready for a fight

[CHORUS]
Pu[Bm]nch my face, do it 'cause I [Em]like the pain
Every time you c[D]urse my name
I know you w[F#m]ant the satisfaction, [Em]it's not gonna happen
Kn[Bm]ock me out, kick me when I'm [Em]on the ground
It's only gonna l[D]et you down
Come the lig[F#m]htning and the thunder
Y[Em]ou're the one who'll suffer, suffer

[VERSE 2]
Well I sq[Bm]uared him up, left my chest exposed

He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
I had th[Em]ick red blood running down my clothes

And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
I said I [D]didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But t[D]hen came trouble

[PRE-CHORUS]
And my [Bm]heart was pumping, chest was screaming
M[Em]ind was running, nose was bleeding
P[D]ut my hands up, put my hands up
I t[D]old this kid I'm ready for a fight

[CHORUS]
Pu[Bm]nch my face, do it 'cause I l[Em]ike the pain
Every time you c[D]urse my name
I know you w[F#m]ant the satisfaction, i[Em]t's not gonna happen
K[Bm]nock me out, kick me when I'm[Em] on the ground
It's only gonna [D]let you down
Come the li[F#m]ghtning and the thunder
Y[Em]ou're the one who'll suffer, suffer

[VERSE 3]
It was [Bm]6:48, he was walking home

With the blood on his hand from my broken nose
But like ev[Em]ery other day, he was scared to go

Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
Drow[D]ning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just lo[D]oking for trouble
Well, there's [Bm]no excuse for the things he did

But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his d[Em]ad's been drunk since he was a kid

And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put d[D]own those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this b[D]roken bubble

[CHORUS]
P[Bm]unch my face, do it 'cause I [Em]like the pain
Every time you c[D]urse my name
I know you w[F#m]ant the satisfaction, i[Em]t's not gonna happen
Kn[Bm]ock me out, kick me when I'm [Em]on the ground
It's only gonna [D]let you down
Come the l[F#m]ightning and the thunder
Yo[E]u're the one who'll suffer, suffer