Jay Brannan

> three weeks and counting til hes on his way to france
not a dime in his pocket, but a ticket in his hand
hes a cynical bastard, but theres hope in his eyes
its been a long time comin, spent a long time runnin from his insides

he tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
but nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head
he wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
he should have billions of dollars, cuz every assholes put two cents in

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but he writes the songs and he can say what he wants, yeah, he can be who he wants to
and they say hes wrong, but they keep tagging along, yeah, they can leave if they want to
and his way will never meet yours
hes got the world on his back and watch him take it on all fours

9 out of 10 motherfuckers agree
that his fucking foul language is a fucking travesty
but motherfucking fuck is just another fucking word
the idea a word is dirty is to him fucking absurd

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bridge
and this world will soon be the death of him
and his voice will fade away
and his jeans will be all thats left of him
and theyll wonder if he was okay
and the alkiesll say it was drinkin
and the preacherll say it was sin
and his motherll say he was thinkin
only of himself again
and the gays they will say it was straight people
and the straights will said it was AIDS
and hell be in line at the gate
people still standing in his way, in his way

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> i dont know where were going
but i know weve gone too far and
i hope it isnt showing
but i think i love you and
i cant believe youre leaving
just when i let you in and
when you had me believing
i could feel again

i could give a million reasons
why we should not be friends
our moods change like the seasons
when my mood ends your mood begins and
youre a tease, youre a cockblocker,
youre a loudmouth bitch, and a big talker,
but thats okay
youll grow up someday

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youre the pill i never wanted to take
an anti-misanthrope
mine was the heart i never thought you would break
my one hope was that id survive you

ive shown up for you
in ways that boy never would, but
i know youll go back to him and
maybe you should, but
hope you dont go backwards
cuz im going on ahead and
one day youll wish that you had
stuck with me instead

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as i wander through union square
i remember when you followed me there
you were the stalker i kinda wanted to have
being your half-boyfriend was only half bad


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