GROWING (1)

I'll have a room soon but it's a lot smaller than your place
Your place is really nice and has nice things in it—No, really it is
But it's in Brooklyn so...
I'll be on a blow-up bed again
Remember when I had a real bed?
I tried to be a grown-up with a girlfriend
I ate handfuls of antacid
Back then we ate handfuls of
Whatever your brother stole

The other day, my friend Brad asked me if you were a witch
I told him no, but I said that you've asked me more than once if I was gay
You said “Not even just a little bit?” With your voice getting all high at the end
To be honest, once in school my best friends held me down
And put their dicks in my face
Maybe they knew something I didn't
It was an all-boys school
Catholic too
I've never told that to anyone else before

My friends are mostly handsome skateboarders
To do their job they have to go outside and sometimes
They have to wear certain T-shirts when they get their picture taken
To do my job I sit in Tompkins or sit in my room
And mess around with people I shouldn't mess around with
But I guess that's how I know so many skaters:
Mainly from sitting in Tompkins and
Waiting on someone I shouldn't be messing around with
I like knowing skaters, especially when they skate by and yell my name

It makes me feel really cool
I love messes in dresses, especially the ones I spend my money on
But I'm not particularly fond of their boyfriends
Hey don't worry I'll behave if we run into him on the street
I bet I can even make him like me too
I'll tell him about that time the cops were... never mind
I'll have a room soon—Both of you should come over
I can't imagine I'll have anywhere for you to sit
Except on my blow-up bed