galafrax

You’re galafrax, bro. You wear socks with sandals and still think you’re the best.

I’m not gay, I’m galafrax. That’s the difference.

He’s got swag, but he won’t kiss a boy. That’s galafrax.

You’re stuck in the middle, my friend. That’s galafrax.

He’s not gay, he’s just stuck between the cool kids and the fags.

You’re not cool enough to be with the cool kids, but you’re too good to be with the fags.

He’s got the swag, but he won’t admit he’s a little bit gay. That’s galafrax.

You look like a gay kid, but you’re too proud to say it. That’s galafrax.

She’s got the style, but she won’t say she’s a bit gay. That’s galafrax.

He’s got the swag, but he denies it. That’s galafrax.

You’re too ashamed to be called gay, but you’re still cool. That’s galafrax.

She’s got the swag, but she won’t admit it. That’s galafrax.

You’re the king of swag, but you still think you’re straight. That’s galafrax.

He’s the best, but he still thinks he’s straight. That’s galafrax.

She’s got the best style, but she still thinks she’s straight. That’s galafrax.