Music: Christopher Lee-Rodriguez
Mom and Dad
They like each other I think
They don’t hold hands or kiss
But those are things they don’t need
When you raise two kids in a house
You do it for them ‘til they grow and get out
All you have left are the rooms that you two don’t
You don’t share
Mom and Dad
I think they’re fighting again
The rumbling downstairs is hard to tell if it’s them
When you live on the second floor
You don’t think about the reason for
All their arguing, it seems just a waste of time
And breath, and breath
Mom and Dad
They told me separately
They come from different parts
So what does that make me?
Half trainwreck or half burning sea?
Half Boriken or half Chinese?
If I’m the sum of my parts
How can I be whole if their eyes won’t ever meet
If I’m the sum of my parts
And it won’t equal love, what does that make me?
If I’m the sum of my parts
And it’s game is zero, who lost and who gained?
Which one will remain?
Mom and Dad
They both moved out of this house
I understand now
But I still miss the house
And the tree and the small bench
And the grass stains and the fence
It may be haunted
But I still miss the roof, the walls, and the old floor
They don’t live there anymore
They don’t live there anymore
They don’t live there anymore
They don’t live there anymore