Queer

Your father thinks I'm queer cause I like writing songs He drinks his beer and WhiteLightening all day long And you feel the sting of his sovereign ring When he's in a bad way I'm going to kill him someday Your father thinks you're strange cause you like boys and girls There's no room for change in his little world And I've seen the bruises on your skin, but you say that you're okay I'm going to fucking kill him some day If I buy a gun I'll shoot him through the heart and run Away from here With you my dear There ain't nothing wrong with being queer Your father never knew that we met every night We'd play GTA in my room, or watch Goodbye Charlie Bright And you'd burn a smiley into my skin with The tip of your Lighter We'd two's a blunt and pull an all-nighter But one day your father saw a text from a boy you like And when we meet you try your best to say You're sweet but start to cry And I beg you go to the old bill before it's too late You say he nearly killed me today If I buy a gun I'll shoot him through the heart and run Away from here With you my dear There ain't nothing wrong with being queer There ain't nothing wrong with being queer