I was a young boy coming right out of the closet,
My hinges falling off and so I just said fuck it
You are kind of cute I cannot handle
Would you let me hang around I hope it’s understandable
Drive slow, stopping traffic as we’re putting on a show
No ticket stubs, no rose buds
Won’t close the curtains as long as you show up
Tracing circles in your indigo hands
Not good at pretending that I don’t care enough
Pacing in circles, our cuffs brush in the cold
Would you let me hold your indigo hands
You say this ain’t a game but are there no rules
Placeholder text italics no room for my bold moves
Cold brew, if you drink tea I’ll bring you packets of sugar
Would you catch it I’m not so sure
No cure, for curiosity behind the cabinet door
Full spectrum, set your gamut range and I’ll respect them