Dinner Party Whispers

[Verse 1] White wine and small talk, polite smiles all around Dad's accent makes them pause, their eyebrows slightly found "Oh, where did you learn English?" they ask between their teeth While Mother stirs her soup, pretending not to see [Pre-Chorus] They're saying "You're so well-adjusted" Like it's some kind of prize Their liberal hearts are rusted Behind those Brighton eyes [Chorus] "More tea? How lovely, how British of you now" F*ck your performative tolerance, I'm watching you somehow Sipping Earl Grey, nodding politely While you dissect our dignity so brightly [Verse 2] "The Middle East, how fascinating, such history" As if my father's just some fucking mystery He looks down at his plate, twenty years in this place Still answering questions about his fucking face [Bridge] Watch him retreat to the kitchen alone Masters degree but they treat him unknown Mother deflects with stories of work While I count microaggressions between spoonfuls of hurt [Chorus] "More tea? How lovely, how British of you now" F*ck your performative tolerance, I'm watching you somehow Sipping Earl Grey, nodding politely While you dissect our dignity so brightly [Verse 3] Your dinner parties are a battlefield Where identity's forced to yield To your progressive masquerade Every question feels like a blade Dad washes dishes in silence tonight While you congratulate yourselves on being right [Outro] The kettle whistles like a warning sign Keep your integration, we're doing fine Keep your fucking integration, we're doing fine