I want to swim way out
Where the sand slopes down
Where all I have to think about

Are my muscles and
My arms and legs
And the blood and oxygen in them

I don't want to be a boy
And you don't want to be a girl
I hate the way your friends make me feel

I was not myself
But it was love I felt
When you tied my hands back with my belt

It's the lack that I still love
The space between the punch and the pain that comes

But it's not in my heart