Back in Bridgeport Nebraska, I thought as a kid This body is not right, these teeth are crooked The shirts and the skins, the boys down the block And I’m still afraid to take my shirt off When you tell me you love me it feels like a trick It needs to be funny, It’s gotta be quick The churches, the years, the struggle to stop I’m still afraid, to get what I want I held on to distraction and men who were sick The choices I made, now my face is too thin In that anonymous air, a fuck in the dark I’m still afraid to take my shirt off I'm still afraid to take my shirt off I'm still afraid to take my shirt off