For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
I used to pray to a glossy page, a cutout from a magazine
I was afraid of real things and I couldn't get to sleep to dream
My mom came out and I was mean, I said, what a slap in the face
Then she got sick and lost her hair and then her partner died of the same thing
My mom survived but we lost John the day before New York
Legalized love and the streets were full of young and old
And shiny new rings exchanged in gold
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
I kissed a girl and felt no shame with Katie on the radio
I told my mom that we were the same, she said we had a ways to go
And I've known love that's whiter than the place in the middle where it's painted red
And I believe that fear is weaker than love, just like the magazine red
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
This life is imperfect and love is a mess
I want the rights, * it all, just like anybody else, just like everybody else
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
For the love, for the love, for the love, for the love
I used to pray to a glossy page
A cutout from a magazine