You won't believe how they handle snow days in California
These kids lose their shit over just an inch or two
Dad can roll his eyes and try to blame it on the transplants
But his eyes look like everybody's do
Everybody asks me how you're doing
So hard to picture you existing here
We can't get the Times and it's an hour to Trader Joe's
And I can barely breathe two months a year
The river's fine, but it's overrated
Every teacher at my school looks just like me
All the locals are so jaded
Hating everyone who pays their salaries
But I'll keep on pretending this is home
Because I know that's what you wanted me to do
You taught me how to live alone
But I need more than memories to pull me through
I bet I can love to suffer more than you
Grandma's told me every story three times
There's a hard drive full of prepubescent me
And when I hate my dad, and school, and poetry, and cancer
Sometimes I hate you most for leaving
And I'll keep on pretending that I'm fine
Because survivor's guilt's pathetically convenient
You were even beautiful in dying
I'm too much like my father to relent
From the narcissistic self-flaggelence
I pretend I'm a spacewoman's daughter
I project mission completion dates
I pretend I'm a spacewoman's daughter
It's all relative, so I'll just wait, wait, wait
I pretend I'm a spacewoman's daughter
I project mission completion dates
I pretend I'm a spacewoman's daughter
It's all relative, so I'll just wait, wait, wait
I pretend I'm a spacewoman's daughter
I project mission completion dates
I'm a spacewoman's daughter
It's all relative, so I'll just wait
And wait