You're Queer

I've lost all perspective
Can't tell if your eyes are sleazy
Or as warm as a family kitchen party
Distance and opportunity have driven the desire
To question the meanings of your actions from my heart
I hold my breath and try to make my eyes bigger so I can understand
Your inside jokes and rabid techno-speak
Just making a mess of it
Clinically
Like an engine that runs off too many sirens and the attention of too many men