I had just moved back to town
I had a nice job
I had a cool car
That I lived in
You had a house full of friends
I bought pizza and pot
For a spot
On your couch
I, I tried pretty hard to love you
I thought we were queer enough
For me to be
Someone I'm not
Looking back
There may have been some red flags
But first, there was joy
I moved up to your twin bed
We shared T-shirts and jeans
And wore matching outfits
To gay prom
We got our own place downtown
Our fights turned violent
But I thought we were trying
To fix things
I, I tried so f*cking hard to love you
I thought we were queer enough
For me to be
Someone I'm not
It took two
To get ourselves into that mess
But how could you?
Now I don't even bother to hate you
You might deserve it, but I just don't care
You threw me across a room
Betrayed me with an awful act
But why did it take all that?
For me to see
I could be the good guy
In my own story
I had to work so hard to love me
I thought I was too queer
To accept who I am
I suppose
If that was what it would take
I could even say 'thanks'