50's

I don't know what I'm really trying to do here... depict an unhappy housewife I suppose? Not very good...

Powdered skin and painted eyes

Sparkling teeth to spill the lies

A string of pearls across her neck

Everything in line and check

Supper's done by a quarter past five

She kisses him barely alive

Rearanges the food on her plate

She says she's not hungry she already ate

There's no use in saying how her body screams

There's no use in saying nothing's as it seems

How she's going insane and just wants to leave

Because she has to have something up her sleeve

She has to get the kids off to school before nine

She has to pretend that shes really just fine

Since no one would understand whats going on

Since no one would understand she's half gone

That the dresses hide all of her bones

That shes tired of living amongst all these drones

That he can't even see how frail shes become

That everyone seems to have gone completely numb

But it doesn't matter because it's time for bed

Shut the lights, let the world go dead

Rise at six, bed again by ten

Maybe shell have already left by then