BOY - Intellectual

[Verse]

I know I’m a boy

So why do I feel I have to look and talk and breathe like you?

Someday soon I’ll have to

Come to terms with what I am and what is true

Boys don’t sing about wanting to be

Boys don’t sing

In the silence of the spring

Are you exactly who you thought you would be by now?

I’m not quite there

A hundred glass bottles in your room

You keep them because you think they’re cool

But none of them will mean something to you

*Whistling*