Quiet I Can Feel It

D G And I can feel it there in my most intimate relationships A G This soft assimilation, this whole love between the lines bullshit D G I appreciate attention but just don't know what to do with it A G Can a tinned attention sit between me and what you find G A Despite all contestation I'm conditioned in my place in time D G I wonder 'round the boundary lines and bring them into being G A But without me then who would see the contradiction that is we D G I contradict you viciously so certain in my scene D G A G D G And me I start to wonder am I even still a boy? A G Are imprints of gay culture just some residues of ways it was D G Call me daddy, call me pretty, call me home from some state, city A G We paid the price of entry but felt locked out all the same D G A G D G So move back to the suburbs though that don't mean what it used to A G It's just crumbling roads and shadows and an hour to anywhere D G Find the time to listen for some simple definition A G Or a long-form division between each step that led you there G A Said nothing that you'd ever been was truthful to your feelings then D G The truth is when you need it then you anxious turned away G A To paint a path dependent on some battles that your forebears once said D G Call me when the battle's done then woke up in the fray D G A G D G A G D G A G D G A G D G A G D G A G