Somewhere 21 years old Fighting in the war on terror ♪ Kinda thinking I could just boymode Hide what my body looks like behind an interceptor Maybe it was just in my head That you kinda treated me like Mulan You said we could go see odd future together When we got back to America When we got back to America Odd future had already broken up The last few years I worked at South by Southwest Black midi played a pretty tight set Scanning the crowd for street-level gunfire From the top of a back of a billboard I couldn't tell you how I felt But it's not my job to hold your hand This world will turn and make you a man I just wanna hide behind my interceptor