Oh me oh my
get out of your 1950´s fantasy,
your face shines with misery
transparently
spew out that sobering
half-assed victim rhetoric
make ´em all squirm
while they chew on it
it´s 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 don´t we raise our voices to the sky?"
instead you´re mute
and fawn just waiting to die
like some kind of hopeless housewife
but you can change while you´re 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
don´t be so sure
you can chuck it all away
you´ve got to proceed
no matter how bad you want to stay
it´s 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 you´re mute
and fawn just waiting to die
like some kind of hopeless housewife
but you can change while you´re alive
and let ´em all know
at least you tried to kill the demons inside