Someone Tell The Boys

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