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Voxtrot, "Steven"
(2007)

Steven, I love you, I can't grow past you
I'm homesick in spite of the place
that I fostered and styled to raise this child
who keeps me in pitch and in pace

But I miss reaching for the lasers
the sound of the beat is eight clicks away
classes, school behavior
sweating the night out of the sky
learning to laugh and not ask why

Steven, I missed you
the whole world kissed you
You shut up in bloom like a fern
that was spotted and black
with the leaves swirled backwards
as same trick too easy to turn

Should I change my name and move to the country?
A life full of children and animals
white fences, landed gentry
Maybe I want to be myself
but I am somebody else

Nine months later, I'm the lonely one
with all the fruit of labor and half of the fun
(just like) crisp and cozy in the rising sun
we've got a heart of gold, man, it beats like a drum

It shakes, the pebbles are cracking and break
(the kid logic) dissolves and it all starts to give away
then nothing is ever the same
I can't stand it
I want to be myself
but I am somebody else

Steven, I'm watching the world get boring
there's too much restraint in the mix
I'd be overly flattered to feel so shattered to
have something broken and fixed

But I know the world outside is knocking
the dream, the drive or the pedigree
The forces interlocking
well, maybe I want to be myself
but I am somebody else

Nine months later, I'm the lonely one
with all the fruit of labor and half of the fun
Just like crisp and cozy in the rising sun
he's got a heart of gold, man, it beats like a drum

It shakes, the pebbles are cracking and break
(the kid logic) dissolves and it all starts to give away
and nothing is ever the same
I can't stand it
I want to be myself
but I am somebody else

And you'll never have someone like me
if you'll never leave then you'll never see
I swear that I will pull you from the wreckage
of this sunday, monday routine
I will pull you from the wreckage
oh, don't you need me on my own

'Cause you and me
we're two of a kind
We're two of a kind


Thanks, D-turgent Byrne!

Check out this podcast for more about "Steven." It's a bit of a "My Sweet Prince," really--a non-gay subject put in a really gay context.