When I was in the 3rd grade, I thought that I was gay,

Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight,

I told my Mom, tears rushing down my face,

she’s like, “Sam, you’ve loved girls since before Pre-K.”

Yeah, I guess she had a point,
a bunch of stereotypes all in my head,

I remember doing the math like, yeah, I’m good at Little League,

A preconceived idea of what it all meant

For those that like the same ***, had the characteristics, 

The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision,

And you can be cured by some treatment and religion,

Man-made re-wiring of a predisposition,
Playing God, ah naw, here we go, 

America the Brave still fears what we don’t know, 

And God loves all his children is somehow forgotten,

Yet we paraphrase a book written 3500 years ago,
I don’t know...



I can’t change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to,

My love, my love, my love, she keeps me warm,



Ask yourself, what kind of person do you wanna be?

And how many commandments are gonna rule the way you think? 

And do we really mean it when we say he loves us all?

And do we really believe it when they say that we’re created equal?

Of course I do, I’m not a racist or an ***,

Yet we can treat ‘em less if their love is homo***ual? 

Well rules are rules, the bible’s pretty clear here, 

Yeah, we know, we get it, but we don’t live by procedure, 

We decide what’s right by what’s right, not what’s written,

We evolve past our outdated norms and dispositions,

we don’t exclude people based on the footnotes of Exodus,

like my friend Hailey, who loves both of her Dad’s,

you wanna tell her their love is difference? 

you wanna make that distinction?

you wanna tell her that this beautiful and limitless thing
that we call love has rules, and a proper way t