i was on my lunch break; i almost started crying / for the boy at the top of the bridge he didn't jump, but if he had, he wouldn't be the only one / who thought that he had to give in and you said you didn't have it all that bad / and i said i didn't have it all that bad but i snuck off to parking lots and playgrounds after dark / my parents' basement while they were asleep i didn't talk with a lisp; i dressed like all the straight boys did / i didn't talk about who i had kissed and now you don't really have it all that bad / and now i don't really have it all that bad but i don't kiss you at the grocery store / and i don't kiss you at the library i don't kiss you at the rest stop off the interstate / and i don't kiss you at my parents' house when they are not asleep i was on my lunch break; i almost started crying / ‘cause it really does get better if you wait and there are times now when i still feel afraid / but gone are the times when i feel ashamed and so for all the kids that really have it pretty bad / for all the kids that never had the chance maybe i should kiss you at the grocery store / and maybe i should kiss you at the library maybe i should kiss you at my parents' house / and maybe i should kiss you at the movies maybe i should kiss you when we go out to dinner / and maybe i should kiss you every night before i and maybe i should kiss you at the rest stop off the interstate on the border of georgia and tennessee