Throughout the solemn, cold house
She wonders why she’s a spouse
She has a deeply desire
to encounter more, like fire

but no, it’s never like that
she just sits with the wise cat
she sits, hopping she won’t sprain
Dull memories replay again

She see’s people passing by
She sees them looking all fly
She knows they are all better
She sits sinking in her sweater

She longs for something much more
Something that will make her sore
She cries alone in silence
wishing for some deep violence

Throughout the solemn, cold house
She wonders why she’s a spouse
She has a deeply desire
to encounter more, like fire