Oh u know i got a crush on somebody's mama~
I may be behind the times a little bit
it feels like centuries

the pharmacist thinks I'm picking up for my brother,
accepts me like my mother won't;
she misses seeing her boy--
who is he?
forgive me if I begin to roll my eyes.

standing on the queer side of the room
I want you, and
that hurts me.
slink away like so many withering spirits

maybe you'd like me better when i'm crying.
I can suffer beautifully
for you

who could match my earnestness?
d e l i c i o u s

Bite into me and see