from
The Workingtrans Blues,
released February 2, 2021
It seems so simple, and tell me if I'm wrong,
but I can't be happy where I don't belong.
And I am the stranger that everyone knows.
And mine is the anger that won't fit in my clothes.
These fucking cops, they sold their souls
so they could keep doing what they say is their job.
And my soul is hollow, but it's fully formed.
That's why I feel empty after finally being born.
And I still can't name it, but my name is my own
until they come take it when they put me in the groud
in a dead man's clothes, replaying the sound
of all my forced laughter from beyond the shroud.
I need you to love me.
I need it so bad.
It seems so simple, and tell me if I'm wrong,
but I can be nothing except what I know.
These fucking cops, they sold their souls
so they could keep doing what they say is their job.
And my soul is hollow, but it's fully formed.
That's why I feel empty after finally being born.
And I still can't name it, but my name is my own
until they come take it when they put me in the groud
in a dead man's clothes, replaying the sound
of all my forced laughter from beyond the shroud.
I need you to love me.
I need it so bad.
It seems so simple, and tell me if I'm wrong,
but I can't be happy where I don't belong.