Wish that I could love you more
Than the times we stopped to score
The wastelands we been through before
Just because we know them
But our Gay glimpses disappear
Sabotaged by guilt and fear
And the demons whisper in our ear
That we can't show them
We're manikins all staunch and clean
While we scheme our hollow dreams
And we don't believe men ought to cry for men

Because we're trapped in Straight White Patterns
And they're coming down again
So pay the price for Straight White Patterns
And don't think of what might have been

We need these fears to vanish
But it seems like we've been banished
To the roles that mold these mannish
Modes of distance
We never seem to comprehend
That love is not some dividend
A plot to get more than we spend
Till our resistance
Gets ground down to the bone
Our hearts are out on loan
To strangers locked in stilted pantomime
But we buy them Straight White Patterns
Spend our lives in the five-and-dime
Where the price for Straight White Patterns
Is surrender to our gender one more time

How much time do we need alone
Fighting dragons on our own
While we hang our heads in woebegone
Misgivings
Waiting for men friends to return
A smile while stoic ulcers churn
Our guts to grit, when will we learn
That Gay is for the living
We just lay low and hide our pain
And do like we was trained
Our desperation's easy to explain

We're trapped in Straight White Patterns
And they're coming down again
So pay the price for Straight White Patterns
And don't think of what might have been