“I am not an old man having an existential crisis at a Buddhist monastery writing horny poetry” – boygenius (Leonard Cohen)

Today, he wore black slacks and a black belt
Unknowing it would push me to the brink
where his crisp shirt meets his waist I could melt
his grin so coy I couldn’t start to think

On Friday he drives home to his great wife
who he cares for like I would want to be.
I’m cursed to care for me all of my life
or change who I am fundamentally.

on Saturday I’ll lay in bed all day
and dream about the boy inside my head.
my friends will tell me that’s just not the way
to feel something before I’m good and dead

They say I’ll find an alternative soon
I’m blushing cause some boy could make me swoon