Text: Fireworks. I Support Same Sex Marriage.

You're a classic case of,
"Look around, It's obvious!"
But further down your arm from that bracelet on your wrist
Your armpit's getting sore from that crutch that you've been living with

You want to love him but you don't know how
I can live with I don't know how
When you open that book you close your mind

Trust yourself and no one else
Before something else

When you spend all your time with your eyes to the sky
You end up looking down your nose just to look me in the eye

I see you handing out a pocket sized version of ten rules
Just over the property line of your high school

You're filling a dark room with hopes that no one will see
To turn on a light you have to get up off your knees
So get up off your knees

You always bring me down