I used to write songs for someone,
I remember when writing was fun.
I wrote to someone who was blind
They were on a way they couldn’t find.
A person who couldn’t tell I lied
A person who thought I was purified.
I thought love was innocent,
This left a rotten scent
I thought it was worth it
You said it wasn’t,
I think that’s the worst wound you ever bit
I say it hurts, but you said it doesn’t
I do think that we were young,
“Always been you” oh, that stung
It never really meant anything
I hope you didn’t hope for a ring
You knew it would end
Why did I know too?
So “good luck” is all I’ll send
And I bet it will work out for you
I hope you don’t turn out like them
If you do, I hope you don’t have kids to traumatize
You’d have to get married then
Better check to see if your dress is your mothers size
You said you’ll run away
And that you won’t care what they’d say
Maybe you’ll get along one day
Honey, they will never accept that you’re gay.
You’ll go back and forth with yourself
I know it’s backhanded, but
“I hope you fix their health”
“When they eat you, sit well in their gut”
You said you’ll run away
And that you won’t care what they say
Maybe you’ll get along one day
Honey, they will never accept that you’re gay.