I met a friend

On the bus

Years ago

We were two years

Apart but that

mattered no

He was the most

Kind person

I had met

Outside junior

High and summer

Camp

 

But he was so feminine

And my dad would've had a fit

And my mom would've freaked out

If they saw him wlaking about

 

Oh why is it

So loathing

To be that

When they haven't

Done any

thing to you

It's not some di-

sease that you

Can contract

This loathing is

The reason

They feel blue

 

Memories

Of those who

Couldn't make

My parents'

Cut cause they

Were that way

Memories

 

A neighborhood

Boy who lived in

My complex

Mannerable

But my dad

Didn't like him

Dad said he was

Gay but then

Who's to say

And if it was

True then why

DIfference make

 

Well maybe he should've been a thug

Just like all of those other skunks

Maybe then dad would've approved

Though my mom would not have liked him ooh

 

Memories

Of those who

Couldn't make

My parents'

Cut cause they

Were that way

Memories

 

Well there's nothing left to say

'cept I'm haunted on some days

By the memories of those two

Wish that I could hit redo

 

Memories

Of those who

Couldn't make

My parents'

Cut cause they

Were that way

Memories