i looked it up,
he was probably bi.
Let’s say I had a dollar for each time
I’m told my love is wrong, or I am sick
That who I am is rightfully a crime
And sex and love between girls doesn’t stick,
Then I could buy another flannel shirt
Perhaps a dress to scandalize the crowds
They’d whisper all about my high-cut skirt
But I don’t care, my head is in the clouds.
My lover is the song stuck in my head
Her smile playing on repeat through the night
I look at them, but I see her instead
And when I see her, everything is right.
If I am sick, then love can be the cure
My eyes get starry when I look at her.