So I didn't set out to write a song about coming out, and the struggles of being a young transwoman in the south. Originally, I was just trying to rip off "Soco Amaretto Lime" by Brand New while I sat in the pharmacy parking lot waiting for my E prescription to get filled. So I guess it fitting that what ended up coming out was a song about hating your hometown, hating your job, being misgendered and taunted and mocked and living in fear that every interaction you have is gonna end up with you feeling invisible, invalidated, and alienated.
Feels, right?
lyrics
smoking pot at the top of a parking garage,
you feel tall for the very first time in your life
there's a bag full of drugs in the trunk of your car
after the summer, gonna move really far away,
graduate, then take the interstate, to a city where
no one knows your dead name.
3 months later and you've got a job,
you can't afford college so you just slack off,
smoking pot at the top of a parking garage
before you clock in to wash dishes at the restaurant
and if the cook with the cross has something to say
about the lace on your shirt, you'll cut his throat
with a broken plate
Write another song about leaving on the interstate.
Let everybody know how much you fucking hate this place
If I tell you are you really gonna use my name?
If I tell you are you really gonna use my name?
If I tell you are you gonna look at me the same?
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