Testo Different Tongues

Say you love me in different tongues
Something magic
Something sapphic
Teach me politics with your hands and lips in a rhyme

Hate your dad like
I hate mine
You romanticize your life So it won’t hurt so bad when the hurt comes back again

Now you’re growing in different ways
Past the wall
Past the well
Past your mother’s eventual grave
Say you look like her
You don’t feel like her

And it's always in the dark
When I feel like I’m most lost
But in the light again, every path it bends
To a place I’ve never been
I hope it won't hurt so bad when the hurt comes back again