One day I'll write you a song
Knowing me, it won't last very long
I hope it doesn't make me clingy
If I write you a silly song thingy
I like when you teach me about shit
Cameras and games, I love all of it
And I like when you call me a faggot
It makes me feel gay
Thank you for spending your time with me
You don't have much of it--you are a busy bee
I don't think you know just how much it meant
When you bought me Taco Bell and we sat
Down by the lake next to Herky's ass
It made me feel gay