For the Love

I used to pray to a glossy page A cut out from a magazine I was afraid of real things And I couldn’t get to sleep to dream My mom came out and I was mean I said “what a slap in the face” Then she got sick and lost her hair And then her partner died of the same thing. My mom survived, but we lost Joan the day before New York legalized love And The streets were full of young and old And shiny new rings exchanged in gold For the love For the love For the love For the love I kissed a girl and felt no shame With Katy on the radio I told my mom that we were the same She said we’ve got a ways to go. And I’ve known love that’s wider than The place in middle where it’s painted red And I believe that fear is weaker than love Just like the magazine read For the love For the love For the love For the love This life is imperfect And love is a mess I want the right to f*ck it up Just like anybody else Just like everybody else For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love For the love