The House

Staring out the window

Wondering if this had been premeditated

How you leave all of the sudden

Can't explain it

I'm burning my hands in the sink

Some kind of innuendo

Have I done something to make you disappointed

Seems we've come to our conclusions

And our judgement

Is closer than we like to think

The politics of being someone who yearns for more in different ways

The lives that we'll live apart but come back just the same

But we know

We're not our parents

We know

We act more like children

Feelings towards my studies

Always complicate the best of conversation

See you turn your head away at

My vocation

It's a phase I am made to believe

And what about our parents

The only thing they agree on is us

How long 'till we are like them

And which one will we become

The politics of being someone who yearns for more in different ways

The lives that we will live apart but come back just the same

But we know

We're not our parents

We know

We act more like children

We know

We know

There is something about a sibling

I can't help myself from analyzing

Are we supposed to be closer while we're getting older

Do I even know ya

How do you spend your days we used to share a hallway

We've still got our last name

And I'd like to get to know ya

At every age