It used to be
Sad to be
So sad to be me
Now things are clearer
Through my rearview mirror
That you're the one who's sad my dear
You're the one who's sad
And you're at home
And you're alone
With filthy floors
And dirty dishes
And a laundry pile
And your denial
My hopes were high
Against your wishes
And freedom rings
Louder each mile
You want a maid
You want a whore
What'd you ever want me for
You wanted love
Behind closed doors
But I don't like you anymore
No I don't like you
And you're at home
And you're alone
With filthy floors
And dirty dishes
And a laundry pile
And your denial
My hopes were high
Against your wishes
And freedom rings
Louder each mile
I never loved
Those cleaning gloves
Or that other household stuff
And scrubbing tiles
Is more your style
I'm sad for you underneath my smile
But I can't stop smiling
Cause you're at home
And you're alone
With filthy floors
And dirty dishes
And a laundry pile
And your denial
My hopes were high
Against your wishes
And freedom rings
Louder each mile
Freedom rings
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