Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Queer Boy

A fool was I to hand you that box
That beating box of time
A fool was I to kiss your lips
and think that you would be mine

To dance with you is sleeping in haze
A smokey place where I'm not she and you're he
A fool am I to run away with you, from you
A fool am I to stay.

For when you look in the mirror, you will leave me here alone, and walk away.

SITB