Someone Tell The Boys

(альбом: Ode To Artifice - 2019)

Oh but kids you know what really wrecked it
Was his grand and histrionic exit
And I sat on that bed so perplexed
Strung out and fuming and vexed

Whisper louder what you want from me
Because I can't fucking hear you
You keep crying the way Jesus do
Maybe this isn't about you
Maybe this isn't about you

Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore

I have anecdotes to offer
They won't do much for this gentleman
'Cause his every thought's a sacrament
And his every word's been said

And I find this awfully boring
But I wouldn't ever say
Because God made boys all-knowing
And I wish God made me gay
And I wish God made me gay

Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore

Couldn't hear what he said
Probably something prolific just like my ex-boyfriend
And he's got my ring in his bed
He turned me sideways and said
I don't wanna have sex
And I couldn't get a word in
I should've paid him
I'm just a vessel still
I guess I need to be filled

Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore

Someone tell the boys they're not important