Lyrics

My trans flag is none of your business
And I don't want to hang it at my desk
I have reason not to trust you to at all

But my friend who's been out for 30 years
Just asked if we'll end up in camps
So I guess I don't want to sit here
And talk about the weather

Should I hang my flag to remind you
That we're humans, not just talking points?
If I did, would you make my risk worth it?

'Cause my friend who's been out for 30 years
Asked me if we'll end up in camps
So right now I don't give a fuck about
Corporate etiquette

And maybe, the flag could remind me
That I'm proud that I can't fit in here
And I've got reasons to be this stressed out

Like my friend who's been out for 30 years
Just asked if we'll end up in camps
And the truth is I don't want to sit here
And code up this bullshit

but my flag, it's still in my pocket
'Cause I can't afford to fuck with your vibe
I guess that's the reason I'm crying in this bathroom

My friend who's been out for 30 years
Asked me if we'll end up in camps
But I'm stuck here, just trying to pay rent,
and pretend I don't hate you