Wild and Free

I've seen my share of boys who think they’re men
Doesn't seem anything has changed
Because you're stinking of beer and cologne
Shiny boots
"????"

This one he was different
He was softer somehow
Quaking like a moth for the moon
Swaying there jested in the summer night
Something deep
Coming loose

I guess I wanted just to touch someone
But my hand’s made of stone
I wanted him to see the shape of me
But my skin is made of chrome

I know it's awful but I'm grateful to him
For making me feel like I was strong
For seeing stripes on my face not the shadow of a cage
You and me, Ian
Wild and free