My mom might vote for Donald Trump.
She's not a racist, my dad's an Asian.
And I might vote for Hillary,
though I agree, she's kinda sleazy.
No one cares. No one really thinks this matters.
And when you're so sure that it will,
you just sound like you're pushing pills.
My girl's new place feels kind of cheap.
It's less than spacious. The rent's outrageous.
Her roommate wants the dishes clean.
They'll have a big talk about clearing sink space up.
Some are waiting for God to strike them blind to decide between wrong and right.
Some are waiting until the timing's right to make the changes on their minds.
And I've prayed for death more than I've prayed for life.
My parents fought when I was small.
My clearest memories are of them yelling.