Brain Child

you take off your tap shoes
the show's been called off
you act so oblivious
and let a nervous laugh
its not in your pocket, its not in your hand
and its not in your brain, child
how many years will it take to make it known?

you call yourself an artist
you think youre where it is
you paint your canvas with mirrors
an' your pants smell like fish
in case you havent noticed
art is not your self-indulgence
youre very well off, or so ive heard

you know something's happening
but you dont know what it is
do you?
hum?

you wake in the mornin
and you start to bitch
then you wait for the evening
and when you cant get a hitch
you seem so unsettled
say youre heart's been nettled to bleed
you start bleeting like a wounded sheep
but youre really a lamb, in the clothing of wolves
arent you?
misses?

you call up your boyfriends
you need to mend your cause
you have a new one? or ones?
and its not enough
but you laugh out nervously
you want to win their hearts
remember a thief, cannot claim he's ever won

and you feel something's happening
but you just dont know what it is
do you?
hun?

why buy clothes you'll eventually outgrow?