Please, please, please, please, please
please do not touch me
I'm not an object
And what's inside of my pants
is none of your fucking business
Please no, please no, please no
do not ask what's in my pants

When I look back on my life all I ever wanted
Was some semblance of home
Filling voids that I didn't know I had
I really wanna be alone

'Cause now I'm here and I'm queer
and I'm drowning in fear
And I'm blaming it all on you
I'm here and I'm queer and I'm drowning in fear
And I'm blaming it all on you

My I-d-e-n-titty isn't enough for you
I'm not trying to tell you what to do
Respect, respect, respect isn't so fucking hard
It's nothing, nothing, nothing
you don't even have to understand

When I try to talk about all the ways that I've felt
The intention is lost before it hits your ears
I guess I look way too masculine, oh what a joke
'Cause that's not what's inside of here

I'm here and I'm queer and I'm drowning in fear
And I'm blaming it all on you
I'm here and I'm queer and I'm drowning in fear
And I'm blaming it all on you
I'm here and I'm queer and I'm drowning in fear
And I wanna punch you in the face
I'm here and I'm queer and I'm drowning in fear
So much for the tolerant left