Sangtekst: Her Space Holiday. A Match Made In Texas.

He's towing the line he's gendered defined it's the magic of America we're always so American the truth of it is that he just wants to kiss that boy that she's talking to the one that seems to own the room the way that he dances the touch of his hands and the unapologetic way his tiny clothes stick to his frame with blood alcohol and the drugs in the stall he feels like he's getting weak he grabs his coat and starts to leave with one look back he accepts the fact it's the magic of America we're always so American

She's towing the line she's gendered defined it's the magic of America we're always so American if she had her way she would know what to say to that girl that comes into her store by herself but not alone it's her confident charm and the curve of her arms that tightly bends her circuitry into a twisted mess of interesting the girl's outside and she offers a ride but she says I think I'll take my bike it is such a lovely night with one look back she accepts the fact it's the magic of America we're always so American

By some off chance they both crossed paths and found a certain ratio that pleased them both and made them whole he likes wearing her clothes she likes watching him dress and through all this back and forth grew a certain innocence he's not a boy and she's not a girl just two individuals who made their place inside this world they're destroying the line it's gender refined it's the battle for America

Both of them American