Oh me oh my
Get out of your 1950's fantasy,
Your face shines with misery
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

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