Lyrics Parallel - Lafawndah

Parallel

If I hang up, roof will fall
Now she vanished and my joints might pop
Ought to reach the motherland
Where she lays
Not enough metaphor
To explain how I’ma miss her bones
Here’s a raw truth and I moan
It’s dead
She has fed me
She has borne me
Now I can’t locate
I can’t hide my face in her face
This world’s gonna be so odd
(Be so odd, gonna be so odd)
I have eyes yet to adore
I have chest yet to embrace
Love in the land she left
I will remain amazed
She’s dead
She’s dead
The taste of your lipstick stays on the tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue
The taste of your lipstick stays on the tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue
The taste of your lipstick stays on the tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue
The taste of your lipstick stays on the tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue
Tip of my tongue
Tip of my, tip of my tongue