I remember when we used to make tents out of blankets in your living room.
We'd lie around and swap scary stories at your house after Sunday School,
But those ghost tales didn't faze you at all
'Cause you had walked through hell and fire before
When your daddy touched you in certain places a man should never touch a child.
Then you came to stay at my house
And I rode with you to school everyday
You gave me all the pink Starburst from the bag and taught me what words like "faggot" meant
But I was too young to understand what happened to you,
Though you seemed pretty happy for that week or two
'Til those people came and took you away
And I haven't seen you since
I remember that church picnic on the lawn about a year ago.
Plenty of rickshaw rides and Mom's potato salad and awkward hugs to go around.
I went out back 'cause I was getting really overwhelmed
And there you were in the shade sitting by yourself.
You were growing tired of the dirty looks from all the people who knew you were a lesbian
Then that fundamentalist bitch showed up, cornered me, and started talking shit.
I held my tongue and didn't call her out on giving dome in a pile of choir robes.
You played your pocket poker and avoided all my eye contact.
I always wondered why you never had my back.
Two weeks later you were killed in a crash
And I haven't seen you since.
credits
from "Swings" b/w "Choir Robes",
released July 10, 2012
Words and music by However
Produced and mixed by Jon Weber
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