I feel conflicted about
Being American
Being a woman and
Being Kentuckian
I feel conflicted about
Making adult men
Feel like the kings of
Immaturity and insecurity
I feel conflicted about
The mainstream industry
About obscurity and
Just where I wanna be
I feel conflicted about
My own virginity
A social construct
With some deep meaning
I feel conflicted about
All of society
And my anxiety
But I never have doubts
I’m not conflicted about
If I want you with me
And under my bedsheets
Holding hands on the street
Be my eternity or just one lifetime
Don’t give a fuck either way it’s not enough time

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