Back in Bridgeport Nebraska, I thought as a kid
This body is not right, these teeth are crooked
The shirts and the skins, the boys down the block
And I’m still afraid to take my shirt off

When you tell me you love me it feels like a trick
It needs to be funny, It’s gotta be quick
The churches, the years, the struggle to stop
I’m still afraid, to get what I want

I held on to distraction and men who were sick
The choices I made, now my face is too thin
In that anonymous air, a fuck in the dark
I’m still afraid to take my shirt off
I'm still afraid to take my shirt off
I'm still afraid to take my shirt off