Queer AF

I should've written you a love song last week, when my bed still smelled like you

Now I don't know where all the days went, who to call, or which hole to crawl into

I'm drinking coffee like a cliche, like a crutch, like a broke-down worried man

I'm trying to keep the feeling of you, and your laugh, and your hips between my hands

Swing me into a hurricane

Sweep my worries to the edges of my brain, and we'll be

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

It seems like everybody's dying too soon, while the country splits in two

And every politician's lying. And I'm tired

And I just want to be with you

Feel like I'm living with a secret, and a grief, and a joy that will not fade

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

"I'm a mess, and in love, and can't be saved!"

So close the door and light a candle, and let's see if Arkansas can handle

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

I thought you just might sing along

That's why I wrote this good ol' American country song

And guess what? It's

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

Queer as fuck and cute as fuck

I should've written you a love song last week...