MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME

"Where you from?"

I say Toronto, but not really

The TTC didn't reach as far as we were outside the city

I'm kinda from LA now

But it still feels wrong to say it

Eleven years, six places later doesn't mean that I can claim it

I've got more memories on Melrose than anywhere else

Tuesdays, poets saying things like

"Home is wherever you're yourself"

My mom's parents were Hungarian

But all I know about that country

Is they're super anti-immigrant and super fire salami

My dad's side's been Canadian

A hundred years or something

I won't touch a 23andMe 'cause I'm scared I might be Russian

I still keep kinda kosher

The ancestors inside of me

Got the allergies, the asthma, and the generalized anxiety

My mom spoke seven languages

And only taught me one

I'm learning Spanish as an adult just to feel like I'm her son

I wanna keep her curiosity

Her adventures, and her eyes

Leave her vodka sodas and her readiness to die

I don't know why I feel the most myself

In places I've never been

With people I don't know

Maybe it's 'cause being out of place is so familiar

Not where I'm supposed to be, but with nowhere else to go

Listening quietly and hearing a voice say

Hey, make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Mm, hey, make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Mm, hey, make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Mm, hey, make yourself at home

Make yourself at home

Make yourself at home