Kat Farley - Dinner with the Parents

They don't talk at the table
Like the downhill crowd
Spotless cutlery, gleaming china
Glasses for each drink
My hands aren't steady
And he frowns at my wink
Yeah, yeah, that's how they eat

I tell a joke, and no one laughs
She whines about the help
And they all sigh
And I think to myself
This ain't right
Tense and tight, yeah, yeah
That's how they talk

Saying goodbye's a nod, not a hug
Hands as cold as his brow
And I can't help but breathe
A sigh of relief
That I haven't let him propose
Yeah, yeah, you heard right
That's how I roll

Written by:
Katherine Farley

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