A pair of goofballs on the stage
Backdrop at their feet
But still they earn applause
Cause acting's not their street
I always thought it was metaphor
When they called it candy sweet
Vivid memories, not quite a plague, not quite a curse
They stick to me, and my inner walls
Like fridge magnets or unsated thirst
My lips, they long for something more like I had before
That bliss and comfort call I can't get out of my head