Gaymo (12 Rods)

when i look at you i don't know what to do i feel i'm less than you and lost without a clue i don't mind that you keep my clothes forever 'cause everything you touch of mine seems purified and new i am touched by all your silly love stories even though they're never about me when i go to sleep i dream of golden pillows a golden bleached of white the color of your hair i don't mind that i feel you look down upon me 'cause i am just a boy you said with growing up to do i would talk forever if every word i said would make you laugh until you'd cry lollipops with silver fairied polka dots is all i ever wanted to come from you everybody's cool except for me