Coming Out Wrong Songtext
von Jesse Dangerously
Coming Out Wrong Songtext
Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy on us
When I was nineteen, I wrote a song; a work of fiction
A childish fantasy I hoped could make a person listen
First person narrative, taking on a certain diction
To play a role, but also engage in circumscription
Everyone that heard the lisp since seventh grade dances
Asked the same question. I never gave ′em straight answers
But I didn't think I liked boys, ′cause boys
Called me a fag so much it blended into white noise
Somehow they sensed I wasn't measuring up
Turns out they didn't have to ask me what my preference was
Nothing I could say was ever enough to ward them off me
Now I got a war that haunts me, like a veteran does
Okay I guess "it gets better" and stuff - I mean, you learn to conform
Crush eccentricities, return to the norm. As sure as you′re born
Certain forms are forced into the light
That′s when you give them the performance of your life
You're not different, you′re just another victim
You'll never fit in with other children
If you can just hold on a little bit more
You′ll get to see the reasons they were hitting us for
When I was fourteen, I didn't want to be male
Couldn′t tell my best friend that little odd detail
Self preservation prevailed, I kept my feelings private
Everyone believed the lie that I presented, even I did
Never felt I was a girl, I could only wish
I was, and feel ashamed about my fat body and homeliness
Ironically, I didn't know that that's how girls are supposed to feel
In a culture that doesn′t treat them as though they′re even close to real
I didn't know the deal, I was a boy with long hair
I shut the door on that and acted like I′d never gone there
That's privilege. I retreated to a safe distance and stayed hidden
It was easy to not face difference
I′m fairly positive this is all coming out wrong
I'm not closeted, but this is a coming out song
So if this topic ever gives you trouble, just remember
You′re not the only one who struggles with gender
You're not different, we're all doing our best to deal
Trying to find our zest or zeal, and dying for our sex appeal
If you can just hold on, believe me
You′ll get to see that no-one really finds it all that easy
Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy on us
Christ, have mercy on us
When I was nineteen, I wrote a song; a work of fiction
A childish fantasy I hoped could make a person listen
First person narrative, taking on a certain diction
To play a role, but also engage in circumscription
Everyone that heard the lisp since seventh grade dances
Asked the same question. I never gave ′em straight answers
But I didn't think I liked boys, ′cause boys
Called me a fag so much it blended into white noise
Somehow they sensed I wasn't measuring up
Turns out they didn't have to ask me what my preference was
Nothing I could say was ever enough to ward them off me
Now I got a war that haunts me, like a veteran does
Okay I guess "it gets better" and stuff - I mean, you learn to conform
Crush eccentricities, return to the norm. As sure as you′re born
Certain forms are forced into the light
That′s when you give them the performance of your life
You're not different, you′re just another victim
You'll never fit in with other children
If you can just hold on a little bit more
You′ll get to see the reasons they were hitting us for
When I was fourteen, I didn't want to be male
Couldn′t tell my best friend that little odd detail
Self preservation prevailed, I kept my feelings private
Everyone believed the lie that I presented, even I did
Never felt I was a girl, I could only wish
I was, and feel ashamed about my fat body and homeliness
Ironically, I didn't know that that's how girls are supposed to feel
In a culture that doesn′t treat them as though they′re even close to real
I didn't know the deal, I was a boy with long hair
I shut the door on that and acted like I′d never gone there
That's privilege. I retreated to a safe distance and stayed hidden
It was easy to not face difference
I′m fairly positive this is all coming out wrong
I'm not closeted, but this is a coming out song
So if this topic ever gives you trouble, just remember
You′re not the only one who struggles with gender
You're not different, we're all doing our best to deal
Trying to find our zest or zeal, and dying for our sex appeal
If you can just hold on, believe me
You′ll get to see that no-one really finds it all that easy
Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy on us
Writer(s): Jesse Mcdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
