Neil sits alone outside a motel in the summer
He checks his phone, checks when a friend is coming over
And with some make-up on he feels a flutter
Wearing the dress he bought for his mother
Says his name is "Paul" as he slips under the covers
He makes a joke about how fucking ain't for lovers
He feels the lord's embrace in the rubber
He's calling Jesus's name into the covers
Some things feel like a revelation
But we all grow and decompose just the same
No it's not the hurting part that heals
But I know that we'll all be okay
He checks his phone, checks when a friend is coming over
And with some make-up on he feels a flutter
Wearing the dress he bought for his mother
Says his name is "Paul" as he slips under the covers
He makes a joke about how fucking ain't for lovers
He feels the lord's embrace in the rubber
He's calling Jesus's name into the covers
Some things feel like a revelation
But we all grow and decompose just the same
No it's not the hurting part that heals
But I know that we'll all be okay
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