Every wish is a gun to your head
Grew up wishing you’d be like mom and dad
Oh, ain’t that something
And every lie that I told you was true
So unlike me to just tell you the truth
Wouldn’t that be something
And I realize my life ain’t that bad
Mom’s still sad that I don’t like boys
But I'm just glad that she still loves me

Oh, and even if my spirit dies
I hope that I keep yours alive
I hope I keep yours