God made me a little gay just for the clout
I don't believe but pray for me and I'll take that
To the great currency exchange above
It's gotta be worth something the way
It seems to settle a sore stomach
And how I find myself clutching
And begging
When pain overtakes pride
It's no strike against dignity
To hope it's all worth something
In the end
The things they do for love will kill you
And I don't want the last thing on my mind to be
"Isn't it so cliché to die for love?"
Because I'm a snob
And regardless
Of my cause of death
I want my headstone to read
"Perfectly Good Health"
With an arrow pointing down
To keep me
From rising from the dead
I'm an improviser raised by planners
I know full well
You're supposed to schedule your miracles
Well ahead of time (It's only considerate).