oh me oh my
get out of your 1950s fantasy,
your face shines with misery
transparently
spew out that sobering
half-assed victim rhetoric
make em all squirm
while they chew on it
its a secret handshake
and a passing wink of the eye
as the witches bridge club weekly
meets to pen the tail on the sly
but they never ask
"why oh why dont we raise our voices to the sky?"
instead youre mute
and fawn just waiting to die
like some kind of hopeless housewife
but you can change while youre alive
and let em all know
at least you tried to kill the demons inside
oh me oh my
damn your transcendental paralysis,
we can work together
and make sense of this
dont be so sure
you can chuck it all away
youve got to proceed
no matter how bad you want to stay
its a natural cause
and a comfort zone
there in your head
and the world turns away
as you tap the snooze button in bed
but nobody can hear a word you said
your history was never read
instead youre mute
and fawn just waiting to die
like some kind of hopeless housewife
but you can change while youre alive
and let em all know
at least you tried to kill the demons inside
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