Queer

Your father thinks I'm queer 'cause I like writing songs

He drinks his beer and White Lightning all day long

And you feel the sting of his sovereign ring when he's in a bad way

I'm gonna to kill him someday

Your father thinks you're strange 'cause you like boys and girls

There's no room for change in his little world

And I've seen the bruises on your skin, but you say that you're okay

I'm going to fucking kill him someday

If I buy a gun, I'll shoot him through the heart and run

Away from here

With you, my dear

There ain't nothing wrong with being queer

Your father never knew that we met every night

Play G.T.A in my room

Or watch Goodbye Charlie Bright

And you'd burn a smiley into my skin with the tip of your lighter

We'd two's a blunt and pull an all-nighter

But one day, your father saw a text from a boy you like

And when we meet, you try your best to say you're sweet, but start to cry

And I beg you, go to the old bill, before it's too late

You say, "He nearly killed me today"

If I buy a gun, I'll shoot him through the heart and run

Away from here

With you, my dear

There ain't nothing wrong with being queer

There ain't nothing wrong with being queer