It’s Not a Phase, Mom

Came out to grandma this weekend
She told me: Son, keep your mind open
'Cause next thing you know, you just might change
These things are often just a phase

Sixth grader white boy thinks he's straight
But new emotions make him reevaluate
I don't know what more I can say
But sixth grader white boy wasn't straight (and sexuality's not a phase)

I'm in ninth grade and all I know is change
Nothing ever stays the same
But one thing is sure to remain
Love is not a phase

An innocent display of hate
Each time you look at me and say
That I have to choose a certain way
And who I am is just a phase

I'm a clean shaven bisexual mess
Who's not sure who he is yet
But one thing's for sure and it's that
Love is not a phase

Sixth grader white boy feeling straight
Sixth grader white boy feeling straight
I hate to evoke your dismay (sixth grader white boy feeling straight)
But sixth grader white boy's not fucking straight