Year of Love

We were married on a rainy day Isn't that how the song goes? I wore black jeans and codeine I guess I wanted to make sure I seemed relaxed "It's just for contractual reasons," I explained Signing the papers As if I truly believed that a contract was further From the institution than the industrial happiness complex But in the year of love I signed a deal with patriarchy Now watch me step Into the place where you can see me, look at me You think that I'm different, but I'm a stagehand Look, it's there, under the ring The imprint on my skin Oh, a year later, I'm on stage When a man proposes to a woman Right in front of me, in the middle of a song I thought I knew what was about And I am holding a disco flashlight It is meant to make the audience Feel like multitudes of colors That belong to nobody in particular That they share between their bodies But now all it does is light up a proposal A normcore institution I am giving it my voice But then again, I already did Oh, already did But in the year of love I did what I never thought I would And you may think I'm different But listen, all contracts can be sung With my voice, I am just a stagehand Look, it's there, under the ring The imprint on my skin