Neil sits alone outside a motel in the summer He checks his phone, checks when a friend is coming over And with some make-up on he feels a flutter Wearing the dress he bought for his mother Says his name is "Paul" as he slips under the covers He makes a joke about how fucking ain't for lovers He feels the lord's embrace in the rubber He's calling Jesus's name into the covers Some things feel like a revelation We all grow and decompose just the same But I know that we'll all be okay