i sold my soul for a barbie dream house and when my mom asked my why there was a hole in my chest where my heart once rested i told her barbie was my dream girl and she was just moving out.
i havent left the church overflow since 2010. my skin burns spanish pink and ive made my tithe offering everyday since i kissed the lips of leana morris. ten percent of my wages at the burger shack down the drain, yet im still gay and i think solange looks beautiful tonight.
ive fallen in love with the idea that one day i'll get my heart back and give to a girl that tells me my teeth arent bent funny and touches that part of my back that makes me go marshmellow soft. we'll live in a barbie dream house with pepto bismol walls and a rainbow sweater wearing jesus hung above our bed.
she'll be my american girl and she'll love me too.
