My Mom turn eighteen in the 1960's and she doesn't remember Stonewall
To be fair, she can't have known I'd be her kid
That the bricks launched at police would compel me to exist
And I think about that now down the ballot
Of the ones I love and I don't know yet
I voted for you
Oh what a terrible honor it is
To watch the sky fall as a character witness
I spent the rest of the night freaking out
I had to get high just to put myself down
But I woke up for you
And I cut my hair
Because I'm worth it
And these days I believe in Bigfoot more than God, 'cause who's he hurting?
I grew up a preacher's kid cleaning up after communion
So I know that a church is not a way to live
It's a weekly reunion
My best friend found God so we lost touch
I guess a savior beats a friend who thinks you're good enough
I hope she finds love and peace
And if her kid comes out I hope that she calls me
Oh what a terrible honor it's been
To learn that my blessings are things you call sins
I'll spend the rest of my life tearing down
The Jesus from Texas you put in a crown
But I won't give up on you