being gay is the hardest thing i’ve ever done
i can’t wait to move out of texas
in hopes of finding someone to love

maybe new york will be the place
where i’ll find your face
and know that this space
is welcoming enough

i’m at this point of giving up
being gay is becoming too much
i feel depressed
and need to express
that being gay
is the hardest thing i’ve ever done

you’re the reason i eat burnt toast in the morning
drink cold coffee
and forget to tie my shoes

i was so excited
to start something new
then you took my heart
and turned it back to blue

rain rain
stay with me
you bring joy
and all great things
if you go
i’ll be sad
and wonder why i feel this bad

blue as the ocean
from the inside out
it’s hurts so bad
to try and love myself
i’ve gotten used to being sad
with tear filled eyes
i’m starting to appreciate
how it turns them to a
gentle shade of blue

now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord, my thoughts to keep
my anxious mind
runs through the night
i don’t know if i
can stay this time