The last ones to know
the last ones to know
romanovsky & philips
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my classmate weren't stupid
they were simply cruel
when they saw me softly swishing
down the halls of middle school
was it how i held my books
that made garnered me the tag
was it how i threw the ball
that made them call me fag
and why did i deny it
when they quickly figured out
cuz i knew that i was different
but i didn't know just how
why are we so clueless
why are we so slow
when it comes to coming out
why are we the last ones to know
wrote a letter to my sister
cracked the closet door a bit
she said i always thought you were one
glad that you've discovered it
was it all the things i did
that put her in the know
dancing drawing teaching
my own mother how to sew
and would i have denied it
if she told me face to face
or did i have to learn it
at my own self-conscious pace
why are we so clueless
why are we so slow
when it comes to coming out
why are we the last ones to know
somehow i was sheltered from
the writing on the wall
couldn't see myself reflected
anywhere at all
looking back at everything
i went though in my youth
wish it hadn't taken
so damn long to face the truth
now that i am older
i think i can safely say
that noones really shocked
though they may act that way
be afraid
or dismayed
on that day
when you say
what the hell
and you tell them
you're gay
the people working in his office
see right through his masqurade
he's convinced he's got them all fooled
so he continues his churade
is it that he doesn't flirt
with women like the other guys
or is it what he doesn't say
that gives away his little lies
and yet he still denys it
and he lives his life in fear
he doesn't seem to realize that
everybody knows he's queer
why do we think they're clueless
why do we think that they are so slow
why are we afraid of coming out
when in fact they already know
why are we afraid of coming out
romanovsky & philips
==============
my classmate weren't stupid
they were simply cruel
when they saw me softly swishing
down the halls of middle school
was it how i held my books
that made garnered me the tag
was it how i threw the ball
that made them call me fag
and why did i deny it
when they quickly figured out
cuz i knew that i was different
but i didn't know just how
why are we so clueless
why are we so slow
when it comes to coming out
why are we the last ones to know
wrote a letter to my sister
cracked the closet door a bit
she said i always thought you were one
glad that you've discovered it
was it all the things i did
that put her in the know
dancing drawing teaching
my own mother how to sew
and would i have denied it
if she told me face to face
or did i have to learn it
at my own self-conscious pace
why are we so clueless
why are we so slow
when it comes to coming out
why are we the last ones to know
somehow i was sheltered from
the writing on the wall
couldn't see myself reflected
anywhere at all
looking back at everything
i went though in my youth
wish it hadn't taken
so damn long to face the truth
now that i am older
i think i can safely say
that noones really shocked
though they may act that way
be afraid
or dismayed
on that day
when you say
what the hell
and you tell them
you're gay
the people working in his office
see right through his masqurade
he's convinced he's got them all fooled
so he continues his churade
is it that he doesn't flirt
with women like the other guys
or is it what he doesn't say
that gives away his little lies
and yet he still denys it
and he lives his life in fear
he doesn't seem to realize that
everybody knows he's queer
why do we think they're clueless
why do we think that they are so slow
why are we afraid of coming out
when in fact they already know
why are we afraid of coming out