we don't talk too loud
we mutter to ourselves to distance the crowd
and i'm thankful


we don't act too cool
just bathroom humor from middle
and i'm thankful

he knows my body and i'm not scared
but i'm not half as brave as
he is there

and for all that suffers and all that pines
for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine
for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine

we don't laugh all the time but sometimes the silence sounds just as nice
and i'm thankful

we don't paint the town red
but we still know how to get down
i'm thankful

and i know someday he'll be miles away
the skin that touches his won't be the same

but for all that suffers and all that pines
for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine
for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine

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