it took me a year to get here/ alone, 1am in an empty subway station/ bisexual and brokenhearted/ scraping by/
it took me a year to get here/ to a night of promise and regret and true feelings/ progression, not regression of friendship/
it took me a year to get here/ a disposable commodity/ tossed around by too many lovers to count/ too many lost friends/ thrown out and cast off/
it took me a year to get here/ to scribbled lines on a train/ a night of revolution and self-discovery/ change/


Right now we're on our knees. Promise me we're gonna stand up. We gotta stand up.