But You Want Him

Do you read any poems?

How can you write songs, then?

I'll send you my favorite

Oh, it's raining

Here, it's scorching

Every night in the mirror

That's not me, I promise

In the summer, I felt handsome

But you want him

But you want him

Out on the town among sycophants

And they're talking art, flash importance

I'm reminded of when we talked each night

How you hummed okay like a secret, I'm

Reminded of how you missed white men

So simple and tame, eyes dilating

I still find you in

Demeanors and tones

But I'll stay away

When you don't want him