Making a crooked circle from my index finger and thumb, 
Looking through to a portrait of everything I’ve done, 
And when you say “act your age” but the person I’ve [bad word]  
Needs a certain boyhood innocence to survive 
a beating like this. 

Do you still want to be alone? 
And isn’t it nice to finally know, 
that no one’s passing judgement, 
and that justice [bad word] to the patient. 

And after a school year spent apart, 
I grew confident and you grew a heart, 
But let me confide that a confident streak, 
Won’t last half as long for me. 

And do you still want to be alone? 
Isn’t it nice to finally know, 
that no one’s passing judgement, 
and that justice [bad word] to the patient. 

It’s hard to take these ignorant mistakes, 
Without you here to silently deliberate, 
And swallow up all of your hate, 
Beside me. 

And do you still want to be alone? 
(I know) 
And is it nice to finally know, 
(That so far from home) 
That no one’s passing judgement, 
(That you’re hating my guts alone) 
And that sharing a name with a state is attractive to boys like me.