Emotional Secession

When I have days where I wonder why I fell so hard for you,
I let your Southern drawl lull me back into sleep.
It's only been hours since I last let your sweet talk
draw me into a false sense of security, but even now,
I am wise enough to realize that even the Devil can quote scripture.

I want to ask God if the fact that you consider me a charity case
can count towards your tithes, because your kisses taxed my lips of moisture
and I can do nothing but thirst for an emotional connection to something
other than your Stonewall irises that are too pigheaded
to reflect upon how you make me feel.

We have come to the point where we pit camaraderie against camaraderie,
but this isn't our first Bull Run, and even your imminent defeat
isn't enough to justify compromise. I have become fatigued by this battle;
lost all respect for your Southern civility towards those of us marginalized
by your faith, and to this day, I still don't understand how someone can call
themselves country and not understand the poignancy of Hank Williams.