When I came out as a gay man in 2004, my best friend at the time rejected me. He ended our friendship because he believed it’s what Jesus wanted him to do. The loss of our friendship is one of the greatest pains I’ve experienced in my life so far. He was more than a friend; he was like family to me, and him dropping me like a bad habit hurt more than I could have anticipated.
It has taken me over a decade to reach this very simple conclusion: better. He should have been better. I deserved better than the rejection and pain he gave me. And that is all.
As for the musical style of this one, “what would a doo wop song in a Tim Burton movie sound like?” That’s what I had in mind when I sat down to bang out this torchy, defiant, slightly scathing indictment of this idiot/former best friend’s Jesus-junk-for-brains.
He should have been better. I deserved better. And that is all.