Antique Couplings

[Verse 1: Penny & (Troubadour)]
He orders her in with the Szechwan
(Handcuffing her hands to the banister)
Dressed in his gift, knitted skin clothing
(Fitting as if it were store-bought)
Dispensing rib instead of fortune
(Hungry enough for the last meal)
His hand plates her heart in a curved cage
(Drilling holes in the welcome mat)
"You are domestically inclined and will a make a good wife
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[Verse 2: Troubadour]
Faces close enough to blow smoke into
And the daytime television plays up in here
She watches it while he watches her
Ironing boards shouldn't have legs
And irons shouldn’t have hot plates
And electrical cords shouldn't exist
It's horrible to have a nice place to sleep
And even worse with a warm body in bed
Living standards don’t include safety from the inside
Property value should be based on bloodshed
Or at least the echoing passivity she emits
Life in the kitchen be easier if she's never seen the sun
Department store curtains are her future executioners

[Verse 2: Penny]
Her neck bends accordingly for every head clap
And the hair up there is draining from untouching the sun
The necklace is her reward for sweeping her hands from her arms
It wears her through the seat stains, bland kitchen light tan
It's filled with cracks to shape the plates his face makes
When the chain yanks, when her hand aches from pulling
Their pans across his paper doll stage
A frail curtain wrapped around his mock met hands
Where he washed descended from a tightrope skin

[Verse 3: Noah23]
A rolling pin and an apron is all grandma had to ward off imperialism
Wax legs, tax benefits, tag team, back seam
Cali-wearing a string of skeletons, ballerina balancing
On a neck barefoot and pregnant, making breakfast
Picket fences, light bulbs, fire alarms and Pedz dispensers
Two-point-five kids and a dog, you can still find shrunken heads
In the jewelry box, lawn mowers going off trimming the hedge
Arguments over who's filling the fridge
And other categories that will make you act phony
In a prenuptial contract holy matrimony

[Refrain: Penny]
His head is a base for the facial expression he dances on little piece of strings
He wraps himself up in a warm power cord and [?] her waist with a smug
His head is a base for the facial expression he dances on little piece of strings
He wraps himself up in a warm power cord and [?] her waist with a smug

[Verse 4: Noah23]
Domestic life getting settled in no time
Put a red flag out on the clothes line
A blender, a hair dryer, a dishwasher
A garage and a clone, honey I'm home
The Cleaver residence where the walls are plain
And in-mates imitate intimacy [?]
Hollering falls on a Barbie house in a larger house
With your cherished spouse, the mouth
Kinda looks like the petal of a flower
Sour friendship, then a toast take a shower
Every morning at the same hour, don't forget
You always gotta keep them towels in order
The powder detergent, deodorize, sterile environment
Loving family ties

[Verse 5: Troubadour]
Whatever happened to handwritten vows and timeless nights on the town
He should be back any minute and so should her senses
Leave it to chance, lights and darks, pink underwear
Followed by purple forearms and chipped wonder bread labels
Rump roughs and a burnt toaster, her health for the next twenty-four hours
He's a busy human with a tight schedule she doesn't fit into
He slides her in and slides himself into the bed that she made today
She slides herself out and makes her way to the nearest exit
He paved her way up until the shredded carpet with the dog he spade today
She’s one with the dust, hair, dirt, and the mic she sucks
He stores her in for the first time, uses a vacuum himself

[Verse 6: Penny & (Troubadour)]
He puts her away with the vacuum
(Easy enough for the couch warmer)
A dust framing of the snaking
(Abstract enough for the compliment)
Before he marks his anni- unsunlit
Tired enough for the featherless sleep
[?] in the morning
(Early enough for the breakfast letdown)
Let down
(Early enough for the breakfast letdown)
Let down