Someone Tell the Boys

Oh, but kids, you know what really wrecked it
 Was his grand and histrionic exit
 And I sat on that bed so perplexed
 Strung out and fuming and vexed
 Whisper louder what you want from me
 Because I can't fucking hear you
 You keep crying the way Jesus do
 Maybe this isn't about ya
 Well, maybe this isn't about ya
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 I have anecdotes to offer
 They won't do much for this gentleman
 'Cause his every thought's a sacrament
 And his every word's been said
 And I find this awfully boring
 But I wouldn't ever say
 Because God made boys all-knowing
 And I wish God made me gay
 And I wish God made me gay
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Couldn't hear what he said
 Probably something prolific just like my ex-boyfriend
 And he's got my ring in his bed
 He turned me sideways and said, "I don't wanna have sex"
 And I couldn't get a word in
 I should've paid him
 I'm just a vessel still
 I guess need to be filled
 
 But will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore?
 Will someone tell the boys they're not important?