Consequences

I made a bad decision and you made one too
I thought the grass was greener I guess that's not true
And sometimes greener is not what's best for you
I'd rather be in the sand that's an option too

You're disgusting talking about them that way
They're the only family I have left
Now I'm on the pavement sleeping on couches and hotel rooms
When the money runs out the grass might make a nice bed

Smoking half-finished cigarettes out of the ashtray
Drinking fireball and throwing my life away
I need to find something to do all day
They're calling me a faggot I'm trapped and I need to escape

You're disgusting talking about them that way
They're the only family I have left
Now I'm on the pavement sleeping on couches and hotel rooms
When the money runs out the grass might make a nice bed

Do you see what I'm going through
I'm not safe and I want to go home
The grass is better than nothing at all
There's nowhere I feel at home

I made a bad decision and you made one too
I thought the grass was greener I guess that's not true
And sometimes greener is not what's best for you
I'd rather be in the sand that's an option too



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Writer(s): Queer Punk
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