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