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 