i had beef with several bisexuals in high school

You say that you love me

That the boys you kiss would kill me

That the parties that you go to would leave me sick and sad and reeling

I wonder why you do it, why are you swapping spit

With boys who'd hate your guts if they knew you like I did

With boys who'd hate your guts if they knew you like I did

I guess maybe I'm just jealous you've got a switch that you can flip

You don't have to be a faggot when it's not convenient

And when you look for love, you don't have to think of me

But you're flirting with the types who'd throw slurs at me from Jeeps