Misguided Modelling Career

A fatal sense of urgency
Led me somewhere I should not have been
Misguided modelling career
I wish I'd sought a little advice first

Caught in the trap of vanity
Look at this shot, now tell me is that me
Misguided modelling career
My tongue is brown, I'd like to lick my wounds

Somewhere a mirror cracks
Out on a dusty road
Wheelbarrow, eyeshadow

Prom's not a word I'm inclined to use
I exercise the option on the lesser of two
Misguided modelling career
My life's my art, my faith remains intact

Down down deeper and down...

Somewhere a mirror cracks
Out on a dusty road
Wheelbarrow, eyeshadow