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