For to shred my lungs
Atop barren tree branches
Carving my back
And sweating off fake tattoos
I can grin in the tea
And drown in bliss of privilege
While a subtly sobs
In the distance an echo
Oh to be a man
To love as one of them
Soft secrets in my lips
Bruised knuckles and sunburnt hips
Figs swimming in the pit of my stomach
The butterflies are drunk
Off the possibility in a kiss
Oh to be a man
If only I were a man
Oh if only I were a man
Oh to be a man
Oh to be a man