I don’t get a girl cause girls aren’t to be caught,
That’s what mama says and I say it all the time,
She’s dead so I guess it makes me feel better about living here,
On earth, in a place like Troy.

It’s a dead end city,
All my passions lay on a bed of ******
And ****,
I hate this town but I’m preaching to the choir
The choir
I’m preaching to the choir

I don’t even like women,
No, but I imagine that one day I could be a husband,
To see that someone could love me.
All my scabs and leftover scars,
Are something to be admired,
Or maybe they’ll find my laugh, charming.