Of beasts, aspirants
Called me a fag outside Dunkin'
Nobody'll write a book about us
Of straight boys, cabana boys
In their straight boy shoes
Who lean against the tide and the moon
Of a '97 Altima in the driveway of your parents' house
Where we smoked a bowl before Homecoming
Of Stila Stay All Day stolen in the afternoon
Heard your name over the PA
And thought of the undertow pulling me downward
Into a new darkness
That stupid darkness
Of AIDS blood
Faggot blood
Bruises by the swings
Of dancing and dying and dancing again
Of a diamond found in a dumpster behind Nobody Beats the Wiz
Nobody Beats the Wiz
Of beasts, aspirants
Called me a fag outside Dunkin'
Nobody'll write a book about us
Of straight boys, cabana boys
In their straight boy shoes
Who lean against the tide and the moon