Lyrics

Verse 1
She smiled at me across the café floor,
But does she like me, or my flannel more?
We’ve been on two dates, and she brought her cat,
Said, “Let’s U-Haul, babe,” I said, “What’s wrong with that?”

Pre-Chorus
We’re sharing clothes, but it’s all the same,
Two closets full, but just one style to claim.

Chorus
Oh, the lesbian blues, but it’s feeling so right,
Big earrings swinging under fairy lights.
Hummus in the fridge, PMS in the air,
We’re loving, we’re laughing, we don’t have a care!

Verse 2
Public restrooms? Oh, we’re going in pairs,
One’s fixing her lipstick, the other just stares.
She’s got a keychain that’s shaped like a pear,
And earrings made of spoons? Yeah, I don’t even care.

Pre-Chorus
Her Spotify’s folk, mine’s sad indie cries,
But we both agree on Tegan and Sara vibes.

Chorus
Oh, the lesbian blues, but it’s feeling so fine,
She’s got six ex-girlfriends, but now she’s all mine.
We’ll process our feelings ‘til the break of dawn,
And still not be sure if we’re flirting or not.

Bridge
PMS weeks, yeah, they sync like a charm,
Crying at dog videos, no cause for alarm.
Our cat’s the king, and we’re just his staff,
We’ll fight over hummus, but then we just laugh.

Chorus
Oh, the lesbian blues, it’s chaotic but sweet,
From second date U-Hauls to vegan ice cream treats.
Big earrings clanking as we stroll hand in hand,
In this messy, soft life, we’re making a stand.

Outro
So here’s to the flannels, the plants, and the cats,
To crying together in bucket hats.
The struggle is real, but the joy’s even better,
It’s a gay little life, and we’re in it together.