I walked my partner down to the bus stop
They sighed and smiled at my stupid jokes
When I walked myself home from the bus stop
A car pulled over and rolled down the window
And this man said to me
"You better stop playing around out here, or someone's gonna kill you"
He said it to me like it was advice
Two days after that I went to pride
And I don't think that I've ever felt so safe outside
And you and I were dancing in the firelight
I tried to pinpoint what it was that I had felt that night
We were holding hands and nobody looked at us twice
It was paradise
I froze up, my dad used the same words
When he screamed he said I was playing
When I finally had the courage
To wear the clothes I'd always-
And they say, it's superficial
They missed the point, I am committal
I want you to see the best of me
I want you to see the best of me
And for that there is some help I need
I need to go to therapy
And learn to talk about my grief
The trauma cycle is complete
I'll always get the best of me
I'll always get the best of me
(Voice recording plays)
