Someone walks by in a beautiful skirt
Canvas went rustling by through the screen
The seams cut a line 'tween the snow and the sky
I cannot tell you the ways that it hurts
Someone made steps there with beautiful poise
Striking a hit with their beautiful digs
Strutting their leggings past where I sit with my
Boring, performative, ambient noise
Someone with pretty hip jeans on their thighs
Floats by my table to pick up a drink, I
Stand here unblinking stuck here unstable, I
Stay in this basement with tears in my eyes
You wear what you like, what you like is a choice
And you chose a desire for pretty hip jeans
With my heart on my sleeve I would only expire in
Boring, performative, ambient noise
Somebody tries on a gorgeous new hive
Dangling tails on their blushing red ears, yeah
Maybe the queers, we're all destined to fail, but
Some of us wear what we need to survive
If I wore my true colors, you wouldn't enjoy
The bleeding and mismatching colors of thread
Patchwork imperiled, dead-set crosshatching more
Boring, performative, ambient noise