My civil unions relocated
From the bedroom to the kitchen
3 children
 Domesticated 
How did this come to be?

 

Love my children
Even my husband
He commutes
 Repetition in the city
Pays for perfection
Few indiscretions
None he’d own

 

Buried alive
I don’t believe in hereafter
Buried alive
Don’t close the lid I survived 
Buried alive
More of this but just darker
 Whatever happened, happened to me
Gone gone gone.

 

My life was fluid
Now I’m bitter and sharp 
Like this cold coffe
That I sip in the dark
The dregs of regret
Better get used to it

 

Let's face it
Life is for the young
When you’re full of hope 
And the future looks strong
Now every photograph I see 
Well it looks wrong wrong wrong

 

Don’t say downturn
I’m in depression
Mortgage and pensions
Where’s the resurrection
From the high life 
To a housewife
Wrong wrong wrong 

 

Buried alive
I don’t believe in hereafter
Buried alive
Don’t close the lid I survived 
Buried alive
More of this but just darker
Whatever happened, happened to me
Gone gone gone

 

No self pity
Whatever happened 
Happened to me
No self pity
Whatever happened 
Happened to me