Serious Child from Cissy by Seán Barna

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 out, made it through

If these mirrors are right, we’ve had our fair share
Killing ourselves under synthetic hair
We’d be the bells 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 you smiled at me, so let’s close this velvet curtain
Now my friends are grinding their teeth,
The lighting is brilliant, and the company’s fine, but the photos don’t show the whole scene

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 bells 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

• Rock
• alternative folk
• americana
• lyrics
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia