It's hard to contest
Our kind is not at its best
Not hard to intend
To be less of an asshole to men
Benevolent hands
Aid and caress the young of the clan
But no one can claim
They'll never feel lonely again
We can arrange
Continued attempts to engage
And trash all the plans
For bubbles and traps 'round our heads
And step out at night
Hearts in our coats stars in our eyes
And years on my face
Our love will evolve as we age