I used to think Billy was kind
to be kind

that his mother raised
him right

but I think maybe he just got
left behind

learned to hate a little late
my kind

yeah “my kind” and “his kind”
I stayed nice

we played beyblades and I got
left behind

women’s work and family values
my kind

he hummed and tapped nirvana sitting
to my right

distracted in math class we both
fell behind

I hugged him in the music room his
smile kind

he flinched when the other boys saw
not right

said with teeth not words
not kind

when his eyes stopped meeting mine
oh, right

blond hair blue eyes straight sharp teeth
yeah, right

if it were that easy for me would I
stay kind?

I saw him in line last election time
leaning right