From a Soon-to-Be Ghost Town

It's hard to be the last one in a soon-to-be ghost town
When all that you've loved is now gone
And you could've left with the first big wave,
But you remember back to when you first came
And how you didn't want to leave,
'Cause you remembered it when
That you said you'd never leave
'Cause you loved it then.

And it's hard to be a queer one in a place with no queer ones,
At least none who'd admit that they were,
And you're sharp, you could've split, but you stayed because
At the very least you knew who you was
And you didn't want to leave
'Cause you liked the air,
And you still don't want to leave
'Cause you like it there.

You know it's hard to be the last one in a soon-to-be ghost town
When all that you've loved is now gone,
And you could've moved on to anywhere,
But you remember back to your first day there
On the fire escape
Smoking cigarettes
With a fresh fat lip
And a new best friend
And how you didn't want to leave
'Cause you liked the air
And you said you'd never leave
'Cause you liked it there,
And you still don't want to leave
'Cause you loved it then.