Trees III

I'm scared and lost Your hand in mine Shut up, fuck off These thoughts won't stop One for the money, two for the show Three for the things that your dad don't know Four, five men inside my bed, six more times I wish I'm dead Skies of blue and skies of grey, I will love you anyway You're a poet too, so I trust you understand my pain I'm hoping you can fix me, there's something wrong inside my head I have these messed up thoughts like a lightbulb burning out again When I was younger (I felt stronger) When I was younger And I can count the marks on your arms And I can see the scars on top of scars I can see you at work crying in your car Feeling like the life you have to live is somehow fake Why did God give me such a shit hand to take? I think we can stop here for the night, it looks like a nice place It means no worries son, so please have a nice day I can feel this poison spread from my heart to my brain And I can feel the sorrow spill out of my mouth like tar And I wanted to tell you that I love you before I die Whether you care or not it's important for me to get off my chest That I miss you and I miss being your friend Out, let's come out and kiss on the lips The mosaic that we painted with the tips of tulips We stole from the garden you grew When you were younger you hated the truth That you were attracted to people like you There's something that's hiding inside of my room And when we hold hands it felt like I was free I hear that your father hates faggots like me They pray for the cure because that's what they need A straight man at church but a gay in the sheets How could you do this to your family? We can't help who we're attracted to see I asked you a question so please answer me You know what, mom? Fuck you, you'll never love me You'll only accept me, that's all that you'll be Won't celebrate what I want or I need I'm scared and lost Your hand in mine Shut up, fuck off These thoughts won't stop I'm scared and lost Your hand in mine Shut up, fuck off These thoughts won't stop