My heart is filled with cow tools
My throat is filled with mouthfuls
Think that I'm scared to see you
No knowing that would hurt you
I am a stranger to you
A memory before the book
Impressed if momentary
All else is secondary
My truth you would find scary
A bucket filled with bouquets
When you feel shame for what makes me proud
You planted a different seed in the ground
So much now has not settled out
The pleasantries more important now
I cried on Christmas Day
Keep politics away
When I opened up to you
She said there's only two