Lyrics Thirty-One - Pyrophoria

You stay home
You've grown
Up
And shown up
Sewn up
You won't own up
To being blown up
You know what
It was long
ago but
You said life is clear cut
If not somewhat
Eye shut
Riot
Don't be quiet
Complaint
Or reliant
What do you think
Now of things
She blinks
She inks out
Shrinks down
Wrings out
You had a mouth
I did a recount
You split your amount
Now go without
A doubt
In your mind
That you'll find
Yourself blind
You resigned
Redefined
You're were left behind
It was poorly timed
The rhyme
Of the punch line
But the jokes on you and it's mine
The hypocrite loses her shine
I always saw it as a sign
So don't just leave your family behind
Don't come again; I do mind
It's unkind
Not lady like
But you're not my type
You don't own your life
Sylvia Plath strife
You're just a wife

Time for dinner
No breadwinner
A beginner
To being bitter
Last September
I remember
A rule bender
Return to sender

Show and tell
Day from hell
I'll show you eggshell
I say get well
There's no one at your doorbell
Sometimes you yell
The ring you can sell
The gas main you can't smell
Like a cobweb you dwell
You're just a mother in a cell

Your shitass kid has a name
I could care less all the same
They drain you tame
You can't be yourself now, shame
Everything is ours, you're to blame
No you time except in an old frame
You can't hide yet to your child a game
You love the new life you claim
But you don't know who you became

Time for dinner
No breadwinner
A beginner
To being bitter
Last September
I remember
A rule bender
Return to sender

Debutante with her son
She just turned thirty one
Time dies and there is no fun
Don't bring your family hun
You husband wakes before the sun to run
Your child screams until he's done
You walk to the other room and shun
The flatness weighs a ton
This life is not how it was spun
And it's just begun
You had dreams and now you have none
The charade comes undone
One bullet one gun