spilt milk
in every house I've made your home
I have been the ghost that roams
aimlessly wandering through the rooms
staring out windows in lonely gloom
surrounded by your childish clamor
bereft of all my youthful glamor
endless piles of laundry cleaned
scrub the kitchen till it gleams
dish-pan hands are my disease
while beer in hand you take your ease
I lost myself along the way
my neglected heart just couldn't stay
too much responsibility
no love with accessibility
only get what you want to give
this is how you've made me live
haunting my life, a faded specter
so long joy...you pale defector
you left when you were still a dream
abandoned me in this harsh regime
of empty days and loveless nights
constant struggle, futile fights
my freedom is a bitter lie
and here's the hill on which I'll die
I'm not a puppet you can master
you're not my teacher, or my pastor
you've no right to judge me so
you will not dictate what I know
or play your games inside my head
then condemn me to our silenced bed
that sentence I have long despised
false joining in this bed of lies
don't whisper that you love me still
yours is the only heart you fill
at my expense I'd like to add
the illusion that makes you so glad
I'm just your tattered, tainted toy
pretending to be cool and coy
you drag me out when it's time to play
then discard me as you go away
you don't take the slightest care
until you notice I'm not there
then your reviling words abound
as though I'd heed such empty sound
you're background noise, a static hiss
your ass I will not bend to kiss
so what you have no underwear
the laundry room is right downstairs
I'm your wife, not your mother
don't confuse one for the other
I've lived this life of servitude
a sentence spent in solitude
the phantom who did all the chores
does not live here anymore
so make yourself something to eat
and take your own plate to the sink
while you're there you can do the dishes
and fill your head with hopeless wishes
walk in my shoes for awhile
no? you're not that versatile
I'd like to see you stretched this thin
on a knife-edge balance watch you spin
I'm tired of being the invisible center
that holds your randomness together
and compensates for all your flaws
it's thankless and it's without pause
your love's a lure, a blind decoy
I need a man now, not a boy
so save your sanctimonious speech
my right to live you'll not impeach
or whip me with the lash of guilt
or make me cry over milk that's spilt
there's nothing left for you to plunder
no love that's not been torn asunder
all that's left is my disrespect
what else did you expect?
I have been the ghost that roams
aimlessly wandering through the rooms
staring out windows in lonely gloom
surrounded by your childish clamor
bereft of all my youthful glamor
endless piles of laundry cleaned
scrub the kitchen till it gleams
dish-pan hands are my disease
while beer in hand you take your ease
I lost myself along the way
my neglected heart just couldn't stay
too much responsibility
no love with accessibility
only get what you want to give
this is how you've made me live
haunting my life, a faded specter
so long joy...you pale defector
you left when you were still a dream
abandoned me in this harsh regime
of empty days and loveless nights
constant struggle, futile fights
my freedom is a bitter lie
and here's the hill on which I'll die
I'm not a puppet you can master
you're not my teacher, or my pastor
you've no right to judge me so
you will not dictate what I know
or play your games inside my head
then condemn me to our silenced bed
that sentence I have long despised
false joining in this bed of lies
don't whisper that you love me still
yours is the only heart you fill
at my expense I'd like to add
the illusion that makes you so glad
I'm just your tattered, tainted toy
pretending to be cool and coy
you drag me out when it's time to play
then discard me as you go away
you don't take the slightest care
until you notice I'm not there
then your reviling words abound
as though I'd heed such empty sound
you're background noise, a static hiss
your ass I will not bend to kiss
so what you have no underwear
the laundry room is right downstairs
I'm your wife, not your mother
don't confuse one for the other
I've lived this life of servitude
a sentence spent in solitude
the phantom who did all the chores
does not live here anymore
so make yourself something to eat
and take your own plate to the sink
while you're there you can do the dishes
and fill your head with hopeless wishes
walk in my shoes for awhile
no? you're not that versatile
I'd like to see you stretched this thin
on a knife-edge balance watch you spin
I'm tired of being the invisible center
that holds your randomness together
and compensates for all your flaws
it's thankless and it's without pause
your love's a lure, a blind decoy
I need a man now, not a boy
so save your sanctimonious speech
my right to live you'll not impeach
or whip me with the lash of guilt
or make me cry over milk that's spilt
there's nothing left for you to plunder
no love that's not been torn asunder
all that's left is my disrespect
what else did you expect?
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