I Don't Even Kill

Once I was a little blond-haired boy
Waiting for the one that never comes
I don’t even kill
I don’t even cry so hard that someone could hear
I don’t even cry that hard it would give me relief
It would give me relief
Nothing more — I asked for nothing more
Then a little time — someone to spit at times
I don’t even kill, kill, kill
I don’t even cry so hard that someone could hear
I don’t even cry that hard it would give me relief
It would give me relief
Like a boy named Mary
The queer
I scared myself and mirrors
I scared myself and mirrors
Like a boy named Mary
The queer x2
I scared myself and my own reflection
Felt I needed a new round
I scared myself and my own reflection
It took a while to find it out
I don’t even kill
I don’t even cry so hard that someone could hear
I don’t even cry that hard it would give me relief
It would give me relief