Nobody knows me.
They all think that they do.
I'm the asshole.
I'm the prick.
I'm the little cop with the big attitude.
They think I'm arrogant.
They think I'm angry.
They think I'm homophobic.
If they only knew the truth.
If they only knew who I was looking at right now.
If they only knew what I was thinking right now.
"Come back to bed Bosco."
I walk from the window and crawl back into bed.
"I love you Bosco."
"I love you too Jimmy."
Well, maybe one person knows me.