Song of the Good Wife

Sarah knows
Knows the words that hurt you
But avoids them even when they should be heard
Sarah knows
That you are dull and spineless
Yet she stays by you for reasons now absurd

Sarah knows
Good at being mother
To the helpless heap of nonsense you've become
Sarah's good
For you but not herself
She's crushed and worn beneath your soft and flaccid thumb

Sarah smiles
Behind her lips her gritted teeth
Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream
Sarah dies
The little deaths that eat away the soul
Til she's exactly what she seems

Sarah feels
That her insides have been flushed out
To be replaced with aromatic oils
Sarah feels
Wrapped up in gauze and sealed inside
A mask of stone from which the world recoils

Sarah smiles
Behind her lips her gritted teeth
Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream
Sarah dies
The little deaths that eat away the soul
Til she's exactly what she seems

And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes

Sarah knows
Knows how much she pleases you
And makes believe that that is all she needs
Sarah knows
The razor's edge of sacrifice
From which her youth and beauty slowly bleed

Sarah smiles
Behind her lips her gritted teeth
Are clenched to stop the truth she longs to scream
Sarah dies
The little deaths that eat away the soul
Till she's exactly what she seems

And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes
And you are not aware that Sarah's dying right before your very eyes