I wanna be a boy,
Or, at least that’s what I think this feeling is,
Take red pen to my paper,
Correct mistakes God somehow did.
I wanna befriend bugs,
Climb tall trees, scrap my knees,
And show I am tough,
Only cry in the night time,
My bed is the thing I can trust.
Cause I’ve grown sick of staring,
Hours in the mirror,
Moulding cheekbones,
Hope a new face could appear,
I’ll break and bend my spine,
If it’d make you say “you’re mine”,
It’s so unfair!
I guess I wanna be a boy.
I wanna be a boy,
Take up space when I sit,
I don’t need manners, they’re shit,
Rip my nails, cut my hair,
'Cause maybe then you’d finally care.
Why can’t I just be a boy,
Be the thing that gives you,
Butterflies,
Whisper that I make you smile,
Could we pretend that’s me for a while?
Cause I’ve grown sick of staring,
Hours in the mirror,
Moulding cheekbones,
Hope a new face could appear,
I’ll break and bend my spine,
If it’d make you say “you’re mine,
You’re mine,
You’re mine”,
I wanna be a boy,
Or at least be in a body,
You could love,
I’d break and bend my spine,
If it’d make you say “You’re mine”,
Could it make you say “You’re mine?”,
It’s so unfair,
I guess I wanna be a boy.
