I don't have much

I can't buy you things

That shouldn't matter

'Swhat the radio sings

But we're both in the closet

And we live with our folks

So those "money can't buy love"

Poems seem like a joke

If I tried to have you

I'd have no place to sleep

And they'd throw me in jail

For living on the street

I want your touch

But I'm not alone

And we can't afford

A place of our own

They shut down the gay bars

Now there's nowhere to go

Cause I can't host

And you can't host

I heard there were neighborhoods

Rainbow flags on the streets

Where the rent got all out of control

So they just house gays with dough

Who don't need anywhere they can meet

While I can't pick you up

Cause my car needs repairs

And you just lost your job

For dyeing your hair

They're saying that cruising is dead

Because we're all on our phones

While they jet off to Mykonos

Back home to Folsom

And leave you and me on our own

I want your touch

But I'm not alone

And we can't afford

A place of our own

They shut down the bathhouse

Now there's nowhere to go

Cause I can't host

And you can't host

I don't care if it's seedy

I don't care if it's dank

I don't care if there's dirt on the walls

I just want somewhere safe

Where we can get close and escape

But they raided that leather bar

Now there's nowhere to go

Cause I can't host

And you can't host

Capital markets determined that I don't deserve you

If love is for the rich, then let's meet up for sex

In the crumbling rubble of their mansions

I want your touch

But I'm not alone

And we can't afford

A place of our own

They shut down the leather bar

With the darkroom

Now there's nowhere to go

Cause I can't host

And you can't host

Now even the sex shop

With the video arcade

Is closing its doors

And I still can't host

And you can't host