She has brown eyes and I do not
She has short hair and I do not
Cause aren’t you just a jacket to wear to work
Removing the mask of who you thought you weren’t
Giving in to time
Claiming I’m alright
You want me to validate your pride
But you won’t acknowledge mine
And if good men are few and far between
Honey, what does love mean?
What does love mean?
He has brown eyes and I do too
He has short hair just like I do
But they see him stringing medals around his neck
They see me fumbling with the clasp of a heavy necklace
I’m not giving in this time
I refuse to rethink what I wanted to do before the end of my life
If disrespect was born to my name
What is the context of a woman’s shame
If you know your arrow like I know my rings
How such a small bit of solder could continue that chain
Giving in to time
Claiming I’m alright
You want me to validate your pride
But you won’t acknowledge mine
And if good men are few and far between
Honey, what does love mean?