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Note to self
Don't be gay in Indiana
Big heads up
That's a really stupid plan
There are places where it's in to be out
Maybe San Francisco or thereabout
But in Indiana, without a doubt
If you're not straight
Then guess what's bound to hit the fan?
Just breathe, Emma
Not everyone is that repressed
Just breathe, Emma
It wouldn't be high school without a test
Just close your eyes and count to ten
Go to your happy place and then
Trying not to combust
Just breathe
Hey, Emma
Who's this girl you're gonna bring to prom anyway?
I didn't know we had more than one lesbo in town
You don't know her, she's new here
Like, an exchange student?
Maybe
Well then, why don't you like, exchange her for a guy?
Dude, nice
Note to self
People suck in Indiana
Leave today
Pray the Greyhound isn't full
Who knew asking out a girl to the prom
Would go over just like an atom bomb
And make things much worse with your dad and mom?
And who'd have ever thought
That could be possible?
Just breathe, Emma
Picture a beach with golden sand
Just breathe, Emma
Picture a Xanax in your hand
Try journaling
Or start a blog
Just end this inner monologue
Seethe if you must
But just breathe
Okay
I just got off the phone with the state's attorney
She thinks this is a civil rights issue
This is a big deal, Emma
So, what are you saying?
I'm just saying I'm really excited to be a part of something like this
We'll see how the PTA meeting goes
Okay, well, it's not gonna be fun
We'll get through it
Just take a sec', relax
Just breathe, Emma
Remember that thing called oxygen
Just breathe, Emma
Look at the crazy state you're in
Just smile and nod, although they're jerks
Say namaste and pray it works
And like we've discussed
Just breathe
Written by: Chad Beguelin, Matthew Sklar
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