Somewhere 21 years old
Fighting in the war on terror
Kinda thinking i could just boymode
Hide what my body looks like behind an interceptor

Maybe it was just in my head
That you kinda treated me like mulan
You said we could go see odd future together
When we got back to america
When we got back to america, odd future had already broken up

The last few years i worked at south by southwest
Black midi played a pretty tight set
Scanning the crowd for street-level gunfire
From the top of a back of a billboard, i couldn't tell you how i felt

But its not my job to hold your hand
This world will turn and make you a man
I just wanna hide behind my interceptor