For The Love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

I used to pray to a glossy page

A cut out from a magazine

I was afraid of real things

And I couldn't get to sleep to dream

My mom came out and I was mean

I said, what a slap in the face

Then she got sick and lost her hair

And then her partner died of the same thing

My mom survived, but we lost Joan

The day before New York legalized love

And the streets were full of young and old

And shiny new rings exchanged in gold

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

I kissed a girl and felt no shame

With Katy on the radio

I told my mom that we were the same

She said we've got a ways to go

And I've known love that's wider than

The place in the middle where it's painted red

And I believe that fear is weaker than love

Just like the magazine read

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

This life is imperfect

And love is a mess

I want the right to fuck it up

Just like anybody else

Just like everybody else

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

For the love, for the love

I used to pray to a glossy page

A cut out from a magazine