And I can feel it there in my most intimate relationships This soft assimilation, this whole love-between-the-lines bullshit I appreciate attention, but just don't know what to do with it Can't attend, the tensions sit between me and what you'd find Despite all contestation, I'm conditioned in my place and time I wander 'round the boundary lines and bring them into being But without me, then who would see the contradiction that is we? I contradict you viciously so certain in my seeing ♪ And me, I start to wonder, am I even still a boy? Are imprints of gay culture just some residues of ways it was? Call me daddy, call me pretty, call me home from some state, city We paid the price of entry, but felt locked out all the same ♪ So move back to the suburbs, though that don't mean what it used to It's just crumbling roads and shadows and an hour to anywhere Find the time to listen for some simple definition Or a long form division between each step that led you there Said nothing that you'd ever been was truthful to your feelings then The truth is when you need them you, anxious, turned away To paint a path dependent on some battles that your forebears won Said, call me when the battle's done, then woke up in the fray