Three course dinner and my favorite soup
My mother shows her love through food
Trynna say what she doesn't know how to
I'm reluctant to crack a smile
So I sit there, stoic, for a while
Anger in my throat, might spit out something vile
I was stubborn, stubborn
I chose hunger, hunger
I got a high from saying no
Dinner was the only time I could do so
Had to say yes morning and night
So I made a weapon out of denying my appetite
Oh this is what it was like
My suburbia hunger strike
Oh what a quiet fight
My suburbia hunger strike
Mom vs. daughter, a tale as old as time
I finally see we're on the same side
The box we're in will never be the right size
I was stubborn, stubborn
I chose hunger, hunger
I got a high from saying no
Dinner was the only time I could do so
Had to say yes morning and night
So I made a weapon out of denying my appetite
Oh this is what it was like
My suburbia hunger strike
Oh what a quiet fight
My suburbia hunger strike
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