Serious Child

Come inside — there’s heirlooms and coffee
If you happen to be the last one, shut the door
Bring your fire down from the Western Slope
I know you’re tired darling, but please don’t go
A couple, two, three things you must know
But first would someone turn down that goddamn stereo?
My baby brother got broke down too soon
(Say what you want) but my mother, worn down, made it through
And if these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the belles of the ball if Jesus were here
Single and queer in the bathrooms of Brooklyn
Back and forth to the dark rooms, with some serpents
I heard you had a sweet voice, and then you smiled at me
Let’s see if we can hurt it
Now my friends are grinding their teeth
The lighting is brilliant
The company’s fine
But the photos don’t show the whole scene
And with the sleep still in your eyes
You can criticize the timing and all of your choices
Such a serious child
Those were some serious problems you had for a while
Now my friends all come in twos
They need their reflections like I need you
Glamour’s a good thing
But pretty is meant to be used
If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the belles of the ball if Jesus were queer
Why must he bring Leviticus here?
If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair