See this what i think about when i smoke on sunday,
hey, i'll say he is my boy, but he is not my man,
and yeah, so many many meanings in that subtle seperation
And yet a clear distinction that I so fully understand

We both male hail from the same city, stay with me, I'm winded,
And yet we come from very different states
You see, Minnesota nice gives me anxiety
But his folks would not tolerate, so I now appreciate

For his family, safety, and friendships, all could be lost
So the closet must suffice, it's not worth the price
While I decide between mouses and mice
He's shyin', dying just to protect his way of life

Will he need a wife? Probably no
If my loose mouth doth loose out and cover is blown
So we do the most dangerous dance most alone
In order that orgasm be made in the unknown, Hear where I'm coming from

See Shit like this just seems to keep coming up
Man my life just gets more and more fucked up
And to think at one point that I almost gave it all up
A combination of brain changes, agist body proccesses

Thank god the archdioscies don't apply to me, As I quite liberally act radically
I think it's just a part of me, But products of society are we,
And if you want proof, answer me unparadoxically
Why is our affair viewed so scandalously? Truth!

Yo fuck dirty magazines you're the dirty real deal
Your sex appeal got me dirty daydreaming with zeal,
Damn you all man, you cantankerous sonofabitch
You flip a switch in me, we should do this more frequently

Maybe even bi-weekly! By the way,
I won't ask how you orientate, as
Asking won't aleviate any hate that may come your way
So whatever you say, gay, straight, its okay, you're in my bed anyway

For god's sake, I lie awake, as friends tell me that tragedy
Strikes especially around this age and hey, I can relate,
Is it wrong to alternate between love and hate,
To let your pupils dialate, inebriated it's easier to take

First rate initiation, relationships
Don't need no officiation, That's my official statement
Don't idly apply terminology to disguise the spectrum
Of where we come from, who we be, and how we feel, hey what's the deal?



But what of this silent denial of love
Are we exclusive just so we can fuck without a glove?
[Or maybe the way you hold me at night will suffice]
We wouldn't even have time for that shit, am I right? At least not here

Cuz I'm a busy man, with a lot to do,
And from your web of friends I conclude that this applies to you too
But don't your bros ever wonder why you got no boo?
If you marked like I did, would that be the only clue? But to that end,

I will contend, That I'm content, to be passionate,
But live seperate, on our own, alone,
Walking parallel but seperate roads,
Compose our prose like bros, after all this is the path that we chose,

Man it's too bad you'll never get to get mad at my jokes,
It's a trade-off that we all make, This is just a most unorthodox case,
Or is it? We don't know no statistics on it,
So nobody knows if it's prevalent, but then again how is that relevant?

You're both a well-bred specimen and a gentlemen,
It's too bad then that I'll never hold your hand, or be your friend,
But I won't get upset then,
That we'll never share a sunset, or a summer's end

And I won't pretend that this affair is permanent
Right now I feel like I'm just panhandling
At least I'd like to think I do it more responsibly
Than those other than me, although I do act carelessly

More frequently than I'd like to believe, and my pet peeve is lying
And I've been keeping something selfish on the side,
Or is that really the way to view it? I mean,
We're not in a relationship, after all, all we do is do it

Screw it, in the future maybe I'll look back and say
Max that was your one chance and you blew it, you threw it away
Well fuck that I cant see the future I can just see today
So each night my only hope is that after we play, you'll stay

And at daybreak you're on your way, gone to do the walk of shame
It's really too bad it has to be this way, or is it?
We're both getting what we want out of it,
Or is that too innocent of a way to put it?

I probably couldn't find a rhyme to describe my sex life
My sex drive is so damn high all the time,
It's mind boggling how I'm ogling at you, only because I know what you do
For I overindulge and but you hold yourself back
So together, we're relaxed and on-track,

Let's backpack together, and I don't know whether the weather
Will get worse or better, The only 4-page letters I write
Are to try to prevent fights, but it's alright
I keep close, hold me tight, With our eyes closed, let's see where this goes.