[Intro] Some people hide where they come from Some people hide what they believe I mostly keep my profile picture high It avoids certain questions [Verse 1] I met her somewhere online We talked for weeks, it felt alright She liked my jokes, I liked her brain I thought I'd leave it there She said, “Come over, just you and me” I stared at that for twenty minutes Then checked myself from every angle Yeah, this could be a problem [Pre-Chorus] I practiced something smart to say Then forgot it at the door She opened up, looked down at me And said... [Chorus] “Banana boy?” Yeah “Like... banana?” Yeah She looked again I stood there She said, “Well, come in then” [Verse 2] She made it weird for maybe once Then somehow acted completely normal She asked if size was important I said, “Depends who's asking” She smiled I regretted that immediately Then she brought me to meet her friends One asked if I came in bunches One asked if I bruised easily She told them both to shut up I liked her more after that [Pre-Chorus] Then someone came up the stairs She whispered, “That's my dad” I said, “You said we were alone” She said, “We were” He opened the door Long pause Very long pause [Chorus] “Banana boy?” Yeah “In my house?” Apparently He looked at her He looked at me Then said, “Keep the door open” [Verse 3] Later she asked about my family I showed her one old photograph Dad stood on the left Mom stood on the right Both yellow She stared at it Then at me Then back at it “Okay” That was the whole conversation [Bridge] Banana boy Still here Banana boy She stayed Her father hates me Her friends have questions She keeps smiling I don't ask why [Verse 4] Her father slowly got less strange Then somehow became more strange He asked if peeling hurt I said, “We're not doing this” She laughed into her sleeve He asked one more question I stood up He stopped Good man Later she said, “You handled that well” I said, “You owe me” She said, “I know” I did not ask what she meant [Final Chorus] Banana boy Still here Banana boy Still hers They stopped staring Mostly She took my hand Then looked down Then looked back up “Don't.” She smiled [Outro] Our son asked me one thing “Dad?” “Yeah?” “Why do I bend?” ... Ask your mother.
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