SOMEONE TELL THE BOYS
by Samia
Oh but kids you know what really wrecked it
Was his grand and histrionic exit
And I sat on that bed so perplexed
Strung out and fuming and vexed
Whisper louder what you want from me
Because I can't fucking hear you
You keep crying the way Jesus do
Maybe this isn't about you
Maybe this isn't about you
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
I have anecdotes to offer
They won't do much for this gentleman
'Cause his every thought's a sacrament
And his every word's been said
And I find this awfully boring
But I wouldn't ever say
Because God made boys all-knowing
And I wish God made me gay
And I wish God made me gay
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Couldn't hear what he said
Probably something prolific just like my ex-boyfriend
And he's got my ring in his bed
He turned me sideways and said
I don't wanna have sex
And I couldn't get a word in
I should've paid him
I'm just a vessel still
I guess I need to be filled
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important anymore
Someone tell the boys they're not important
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