All my buddies in high school were braggin’ ’bout dates,
While I was in the corner eatin’ fries off their plates.
They said, “Dude, ask Jenny out, she’s so your type!”
But the only thing I felt was mild nausea and hype.
While they were kissing girls behind the bleachers after class,
I was rating the quarterback’s arms as he ran past.
My friends thought I was shy — that’s what they told me back then…
Nah, babes, I just didn’t want a girlfriend.
I’m not on the normal track — nope, I’m on the Rainbow Road.
Everyone’s in SUVs while I’m in glitter mode.
They’re buyin’ houses, havin’ kids, announcing “hashtag blessed” online…
*And I’m over here like, “Wow, good for you — now back to dating guys that are ‘fine.’”
Normal track? Never that — my life didn’t load that way.
I took the winding, shining, fabulous path… and baby, I’m STILL gay.
College came around and I tried “fitting in,”
But pretending to love girls was a battle I couldn’t win.
My roommate said, “Bro, you gotta shoot your shot!”
I said, “Sure,” then asked his brother — who was actually kinda hot.
They talked about wedding plans and settling down fast,
Meanwhile I was matching cute boys who lived two dorms past.
Everyone else was planning futures with a bride in white —
I was deciding if this guy in my DMs was a red flag or just bright.
I’m not on the normal track — nope, I’m on the Rainbow Road.
Everyone’s in SUVs while I’m in glitter mode.
They’re buyin’ houses, havin’ kids, announcing “hashtag blessed” online…
*And I’m over here like, “Wow, good for you — now back to dating guys that are ‘fine.’”
Normal track? Never that — my life didn’t load that way.
I took the winding, shining, fabulous path… and baby, I’m STILL gay.
Now my friends have toddlers, taxes, and yards to mow,
While I’m still trying to figure out which guy I shouldn't have let go.
They’ve got meal plans and mortgages — real adult-life scenes,
And I’m debating if a man who owns just one pillow is even fit for me.
They show me baby pictures like, “Isn’t she a doll?”
I show them screenshots like, “Should I text him back at all?”
Life ain’t what I pictured — but I’m happy anyway:
Turns out the normal track was never mine. That’s why I’m fabulously gay.
I’m not on the normal track — nope, I’m on the Rainbow Road.
Everyone’s in SUVs while I’m in glitter mode.
They’re buyin’ houses, havin’ kids, announcing “hashtag blessed” online…
*And I’m over here like, “Wow, good for you — now back to dating guys that are ‘fine.’”
Normal track? Never that — my life didn’t load that way.
I took the winding, shining, fabulous path… and baby, I’m STILL gay.
Still gay, still me — and honestly? I like it that way.
Kaimanguy
