The Lucky Ones

Seven I was quiet, playing dolls in the study,

Eleven I was caught, in a dress by my daddy,

Thirteen was ashamed, not the same as the other boys.

Eighteen I was grown, so I moved to the city,

Twenty met a boy, fell in love like the movies,

Then at twenty-three, heart in pieces, and I was lost.

Heaven don’t feel the same,

But heaven knows, I can’t change.

My mama still holds me, daddy still calls me son,

I’m still here, I’m one of the lucky ones, the lucky ones,

I thought I was a misfit, I was so overcome,

When my parents said, ‘we’re the lucky ones,’ the lucky ones.

Now I’m twenty-five, took some time, did some therapy,

Can’t love someone else ‘til I finally love me,

I’m ready to be burned, to be hurt, make something real.

Maybe thirty-one, find the one, start a family,

Maybe thirty-five, I’ll be home, I’ll be happy,

Living out the dream in a big house on the hill.

Heaven don’t feel the same,

But heaven knows, I can’t change.

My mama still holds me, daddy still calls me son,

I’m still here, I’m one of the lucky ones, the lucky ones,

I thought I was a misfit, I was so overcome,

When my parents said, ‘we’re the lucky ones,’ the lucky ones.

Still I don’t feel safe, holding hands, in the backseat,

See these battle scars, from my youth, they’re what made me,

Think of all the kids, crossing borders to fall in love.

There’s people throwing stones, breaking bones for religion,

Kids with velvet ropes, round their necks for forgiveness,

How are we gonna change, so we don’t lose another one?

Heaven don’t feel the same,

But heaven knows, I can’t change.

My mama still holds me, daddy still calls me son,

I’m still here, I’m one of the lucky ones, the lucky ones,

I thought I was a misfit, I was so overcome,

When my parents said, ‘we’re the lucky ones,’ the lucky ones.