Parallel - Lafawndah

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