Somewhere 21 years old

Fighting in the war on terror

Kinda thinking I could just boymode

Hide what my body looks like behind an interceptor

Maybe it was just in my head

That you kinda treated me like Mulan

You said we could go see odd future together

When we got back to America

When we got back to America, odd future had already broken up

The last few years I worked at South by Southwest

Black midi played a pretty tight set

Scanning the crowd for street-level gunfire

From the top of a back of a billboard, I couldn't tell you how I felt

But it's not my job to hold your hand

This world will turn and make you a man

I just wanna hide behind my interceptor