You Masculine You

The shape of the sun
Oh, pretty ways
Pretty ways and things to come
When this day is done
You will collapse
Collapse into my arms
And I’ll always
They’re not that strong
And as always
You do believe
And I’ll always
I’m very wrong
About the cut
Above the bleed
April she finds the sugar time
So slow and syrupy yeah
She’ll be inside
You shout away
A shadow as we go
And I’ll always
It’s not that bad
And I’m so
Into the blue
And I’ll always
Like goofy said
I just fly above the few
The last thing you do
Turn our heads around
Closer to the ground
You’re falling
You masculine you
Forever benched
Sitting by the dirty window
And if always
I’m very wrong
And I’m so
Into the blue
And if so
Like goofy said
I just fly above the few
Though it seems to be a drag
You skirt around the things that’s comfortable
Purple peppers, dirty rags
Make your life a bit more portable
Turn around and never follow me
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me
Don’t follow me