Steve

The first time I told you my name
It was the first week of fifth grade
And you acted like it was such an odd thing to say
Like "what a weird sound he just made"

At this point the effort kind of feels like a waste
'Cause even when it's in my mouth
On my tongue
I hate the taste

So I could correct you
Until I'm blue or pink in the face
Or I could let you call me something
A bit more plain

So cut letters off it
Colonize it
Let's call me whatever you want
I'll respond
I fucking promise

I won't call you on it
Probably just swallow it
'Cause I can't shake the face you make
When you can't quite pronounce it

Like it's something toxic
Or too exotic
It's only four letters and you can't remember
It gets exhausting

That you can't handle it
Can't try to manage it
So I'd rather change it
Just so you might understand it