still trying to be a productive member of society

marrying a man whose life is spiritless
who doesn't understand, so he doesn't ever ask

locked away in a bullshit neighborhood where all the houses all look the same

with some german shepard that never stops barking

i'll swallow my pills with a glass of water that i wish was vodka

and call for my three kids to come inside

no one will ever know my story

Forgive me.
I know I talk too much.