Silvanus Slaughter

Lyrics

There she sits
on the steps,
Looking glum and like a lilac
That has gone and spent itself,
or a queen
without means,
realizing nothing’s what it seems.

He had flash.
So much style.
And it seemed as if she’d found her dream
just for a little while,

But today
she would find
she was just another concubine

tethered to false praise
his mom and dad had bought for him
in his early days:
A glint in his eye.
He passes and she says to him with her Southern sigh:

"Don’t you treat me like your dirty mirror,
and don’t think you’ve wrecked what’s left of my heart.

Oh, don’’t treat me like I’m your dirty mirror,
‘cause I’ll shred you to piece with my art."

What comes down
goes around
and she spies him at her art show
mummified inside his frown,
and he says
“I’m to blame for that bitterness
inside your frames...

“I made a mistake!
I’m captive to my ego, there aren’t many who ain’t.
Forgive me once, please.
Don’t make me just a villain or sub-standard sleaze and

Don’t you treat me like your dirty mirror,
and don’t paint me black to embolden your art.

Oh, don’’t treat me like I’m your dirty mirror,
‘cause I am just the other side of your heart...”