You were made a man in a blood bank school house
The four walls stained with vertical lines
When they peeled the mud from your eyelids
You just threw your hands back across your eyes
They held concern inside their creek bed guts
For the trajectory of your chosen life
Like a tourist trapped girl's heart holds love
Fucking Panama Beach boys in the summertime
I think you know, I think you know
That the scenery is set, but you've still got a choice
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be the only horizontal boy?
Tehy threw you down into the basement
With the other clay they couldn't mold
On the dirt floor crying for your freedom
They left the key under the door
And every morning you'd place a bouquet
Under the photo of that vacant lot
Because it's easier to love the time you've had
Than to love the time you've got
I watch you fight, I watch you fight
Battling acceptance so they can't keep you tamed
But until you lift, you lift your voice
All you can be is another paying name
You're just another name.
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