The Intersection of High and Gay

I know you're going through tough shit And you need someone to listen to you talk about how your day went But I won't know what to say next I start thinking in cycles, in cycles And driving in circles, in circles And missing the same turn four times So, I drove back to your mom's house All cold and unresponsive All discombobulated And I know how much you hate it I guess I was your source of the sense of support That I desperately need but I'm too scared to ask for It's hard to provide a good shoulder to cry on For someone you don't trust enough in yourself to rely on We are bean bums, Joyce shows, trips to the ER Swear I remember, this is how friends work I understand something now I wanna be someone that you can be yourself around