Quiet, I Can Feel It - Nana Grizol

And I can feel it there in my most intimate relationships

This soft assimilation, this whole love between the lines bullshit

I appreciate attention but just don’t know what to do with it

Can a tinned attention sit between me and what you find

Despite all contestation I’m conditioned in my place in time

I wonder 'round the boundary lines and bring them into being

But without me then who would see the contradiction that is we

I contradict you viciously so certain in my scene

And me I start to wonder am I even still a boy?

Are imprints of gay culture just some residues of ways it was

Call me daddy, call me pretty, call me home from some state, city

We paid the price of entry but felt locked out all the same

So move back to the suburbs though that don’t mean what it used to

It’s just crumbling roads and shadows and an hour to anywhere

Find the time to listen for some simple definition

Or a long form division between each step that led you there

Said nothing that you’d ever been was truthful to your feelings then

The truth is when you need it then you anxious turned away

To paint a path dependent on some battles that your forebears once said

Call me when the battle’s done then woke up in the fray