Candles by the mirror

Candles by the mirror
and the mirror’s by the bed
but the bed is in the kitchen
lord knows she’s getting fed
miserable little hoe teen
she’s out to get that protein
cheerleader with a jeer, no gleam
in her smile while she out shouting go team
but he’s out on the sidelines
teen little boy with divided minds
trying to powderize
the whole world before he dies again tonight
and, they think if they combine their cool
48 hours after meeting at the pool
refreshments will be provided by the fools
forever if they combine the drool
now they’re seen making baby queens
seen making baby kings
feeding their baby baby dreams
please baby baby don’t leave
but he has the mind of a peasant
forward thinker but he finds his mind stuck behind in the present
and she has her mind stuck in the mud half lesbian
and they act like the best of the best as thespians
who can pour the harder paint?
fill the whole canvas with the art of pain
but they’re both in a hurry to make it all okay
so they both make their vows to fuck the pain away
here’s where the picture gets distorted
plenty of words flung but the true ones is not recorded
twenty birds slung he bet he’s got what you ordered
while she in the background trying to remind him what he’s snorted
so never mind him he’s a lame and he’s just
been sitting in the rain trying to paint his thesis
slang a little maintain while he wrestles with jesus
tear his life apart and hold on to the pieces
paste em all together tell the tale that he’s been
while he tastes all the lies tongue fried from deceiving
trying to hold his mind keep the balances even
but he don’t even know his story, how could the world believe him
and the days go on
clocks tick rhythm that it builds its beat on
heart beats shallow like the feel of these songs
nobody dares to let him know that he’s wrong
and he smiles