Candy for Everyone

It’s hard meeting ends
In your chest or with dividends
And you pray in deep breaths
And long pulls from cheap gin
And there’s no shade of red
In a pocket book or sunset
That can clean up the mess
That is made by a lover’s lips
Try though you feel it’s not time
Come on, there is candy for everyone
It’s hard keeping track
Between the breakdowns and setbacks
And there’s no changing the fact
That some strays never come back
And there is no shade of red
In a pocketbook or sunset
That can clean up the mess
That is made by a lover’s lips
Try though you feel it’s not time
Try and open your mind
Come on, there is candy for everyone