Can you hear me call out to you?
Are tears words, screams, or only lies?
Is my heart a broken record, that needs to be shut off.
Is my soul a lonely dreamer, that needs to be cracked in the dark.
Is this face anything but a memory anymore?
Are these hands anything but imagination...
This is flesh, this is bone, this is blood darling...
And Honey i am the only real thing here.
Is my lust demented?
Is it worthy of white walls?
Would you call me disgusting if i told you I loved you?
Would you call me a fagot, and tie me in a knot?
Well Darling my heart beat is here, my true love is everywhere.
So Honey i am the only real thing here.
Don't lie to yourself, and act like a coward
Don't act like you love the man just because he holds your hand,
I'd respect you more if you kissed a girl right on top of his van.
Because Honey maybe then you'd be a bit real.
Maybe then a heart beat might exist within your broken fears.
"What is love but a tragedy?
What is love but another thing to judge?
another thing for us to point at.
What is love, except another reason to get kicked out of our house.
Another reason to feel like an inferior mouse."
"No. No Honey."
What is love... but something to stand for..
What is love, Honey, but something you gotta stand for.
