My heart is filled with cow tools My throat is filled with mouthfuls Think that I'm scared to see you No knowing that would hurt you I am a stranger to you A memory before the book Impressed if momentary All else is secondary My truth you would find scary A bucket filled with bouquets When you feel shame for what makes me proud You planted a different seed in the ground So much now has not settled out The pleasantries more important now I cried on Christmas Day Keep politics away When I opened up to you She said there's only two