There’s a tickle at the back of her throat
     And she
Wants to speak so badly that is hurts
     But they
Told her to shut up though they don’t know how
     So she’s
Feeling pushed around like a drunken cow.

She’s watched them fight a dozen times before
     And she’ll
Still hear the screaming as she shuts the door
     And she
Heard to day that divorce is a sin
     And she
Wants to save them but she doesn’t know where to begin

She never wants to go home so she stays out ’til two
     Where she
Melts her sorrows away in ecky and booze
     And she
Seems so happy when she’s out of her cage
     As she
Dances with fury through strobe lit rage

It’s after dark as she returns through the door
     And in
The kitchen there’s a plate on the floor
     And the
Fractures and splinters mirror back her heart
     And she
Wants to cry but she doesn’t know where to start.