My dad watches storms like he's looking in the mirror
Like if he squints hard enough he'll become the lightning
"i can recite three myths from memory"
And at playtime i'm always the doggy
Nectarines are victory food
I bow my head as i sit in the pew
And i hope no one around me notices
I'm not talking to god, i'm just singing to you
Ashamed of my words and the sounds they create
But i hope you can hear them 1500 miles away
My dad watches storms like he's looking in the mirror
And i love you, could i make it any clearer?