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All Your Friends Are Little Boys

 

so we're sitting at the bar, trading shots and disrespect
and I'm doing what I can to keep my eyes above your neck
and you're telling me your story, like the one you told me last time
all about your latest friend who got away
seems you put him through the paces of your innocence charade
seems you wanted to fill up that cavity of love you've never made
and it seems he left you wanting
and it seems he left you waiting
and it seems that's why we're sitting here today

well I don't know if it's lighter once you've got it off your chest
but that story never changes, and I always know the rest
yeah, all your friends are little boys
I can't say I'm impressed

in the glass above the bar, you've got your warpaint on and your hair unfurled
you're brandishing that lipstick like you're dueling with the world
but under all that bravado I can see your cavity and it is screaming that
your vanity is all in vain
now you'll laugh 'cause nothing is sacred
then you'll cry 'cause nothing's whole
and you'll offer up your body as a pathway to your soul
and some boys might come to worship
but they mostly come as tourists
and you wonder why that cavity remains

when you find another heathen child, and hold him to your breast
well the story never changes, and I always know the rest
yeah, all your friends are little boys
I can't say I'm impressed

when last call sends us walking, and this bar has done it's worst
we'll walk each other home with a feeling that comes a lot like thirst
and I'll see your cavity again in the soft light of your doorway
and I'll probably think it looks a lot like mine
and we'll fumble in the soft street light that sneaks around your bedroom shade
and we'll try to fill each other up in some kind of awkward trade
and we'll end up lying wasted
wearing nothing but our laughter
and we'll wonder why this happens every time

well, we're young enough to wonder
but we're old enough to guess
why we always end up laughing
why we always get undressed
yeah, all your friends are little boys
but surely I'm the best




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