This song is an exploration of the experience of being queer in a small town. It’s the feeling of being a member of a community that you value, yet still having a part of yourself that you need to hide. The song was inspired by a relationship I had in high school, where I dated a girl who was closeted from everybody else around her. While I was out and proud, she held onto this shame about our relationship, as we continued to present ourselves as “good friends.” I like to think that this song reflects the jealousy I had over “normal” relationships, and the different experiences that queer teenagers may face.
LYRICS
Walk you up to the door
Act like I'm a stranger
As I walk home late at the dawn
And I'm probably far away from the stereotypes
That you always lean towards
Your last guy was a quarter back and I'm in the school's chorus
How could I end up sitting a block away?
On the concrete curb where my house lay
And the grass was wet
From the mist of the night
So I sat in St. Augustine
Moonlight
And your mother knew but she never told your dad
Cause it was just a conversation neither one of them wanted to have
Oh I hate to think
What the town would say
If they ever found out that you were born this way
You had a boyfriend from years ago
And I guess you never had the strength to let him go
But now you're smoking cigarettes
You don't care what your mother says
You might be someone new to her
I thought I was new to you
I thought you were a dream come true
Nothing ever goes exactly like you planned
Your mind gets tired, but the heart doesn't ever understand
How could I end up sitting a block away?
With my head reeling from the words I heard you say
And the grass was wet
From the mist of the night
So I sat in Saint Augustine moonlight
And your mother knew but she never told your dad
So let's just forget everything we had
And I hate to think what the town would say
If they ever found out that I was born this way
Just call it off before it gets too much to handle
I swear this city is an apocalyptic town
And every house on this street is the exact replica of the last
Sitting outside on this cold October night
I see all the people in costume
I can't go inside so I'll just bide my time
And let them all remind me of you
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