Suburbia Hungerstrike

Three-course dinner and my favorite soup

My mother shows her love through food

Tryna say what she doesn't know how to

I'm reluctant to crack a smile

So I sit there, stoic, for a while

Anger in my throat, might spit out something vile

I was stubborn, stubborn

I chose hunger, hunger

I got a high from saying no

Dinner was the only time I could do so

I had to say yes morning and night

So I made a weapon out of denying my appetite

Oh, this is what it was like

My suburbia hunger strike

Oh, what a quiet fight

My suburbia hunger strike

Mom vs. daughter, a tale as old as time

I finally see we're on the same side

The box we're in will never be the right size

I was stubborn, stubborn

Oh, oh

I chose hunger, hunger

I got a high from saying no

Dinner was the only time I could do so

I had to say yes morning and night

So I made a weapon out of denying my appetite

Oh, this is what it was like

My suburbia hunger strike

Oh, what a quiet fight

My suburbia hunger strike

Elbow's on the glass, food's getting cold

An undercover mission at fourteen years old

Learning how to protest, not doing what I'm told

The hunger was back when I was old

Suburbia hunger strike