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