| Search through the sky for a sign or a simple suggestion
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| I waited all night but I was fast asleep when it knocked upon my door
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| It gets lonely here when it’s just me and my questions
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| Jetsam in the ether, pulsar’s pull not drawing anymore
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| I remember it like yesterday
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| I thought that you were lovely I just didn’t know what to say
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| There’s all these protocols that get in the way
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| We were on the edge of seventeen
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| All we knew to say were things we didn’t mean
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| I still impressed you with my wit it seemed
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| I learned so much from magazines and television
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| About how men relate through rules to tell them how
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| And oh I saw the signals with precision
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| The moments when our habits faltered
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| Omens of desires unhaltered
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| It wasn’t long 'til we were sharing beds
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| With different dressings on the dreams appearing in our heads
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| I wanted a lover you a brother instead
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| Either way these things were hard to name
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| Never quite knowing did we feel the same
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| After a while all I could feel was shame
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| Stef she said I shouldn’t see you anymore
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| Clyde he tried to call me on the phone — to say —
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| Some loves are labors lost oh but I’m never sure
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| There’s nothing they could say that made me
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| Ever really want to be alone
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| And I felt a funny face, was a worthless waste, caught a hopeless case
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| For sweet boys on sweaty days, don’t know what we craved, it remains unspoken
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| The longing outlived the place, our artistic taste, it outlived the clothes we
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| wore
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| When I feel uncertain now, I remember how we carry the feeling
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| But those were stories we saved for dark
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| That lost the plot before the bending arc
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| Except once when we were drunk and then you hit me hard
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| And so I faded to a distant star
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| In the brightest company but everything was so far
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| Thinking lifetimes pass us, gaseous, things just stay as they are
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| I tried to chalk it up to expectation
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| Or believe that what I wanted was just wrong
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| But now I better understand assimilation
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| I closed ranks among the ones who felt I
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| Never quite belonged among them
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| And I felt a funny face, was a worthless waste, caught a hopeless case
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| For sweet boys on sweaty days, don’t know what we craved, it remains unspoken
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| The longing outlived the place, our artistic taste, it outlived the clothes we
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| wore
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| When I feel uncertain now, I remember how we carry the feeling |