There's poison in the fridge,
There's hopelessness in her heart,
And a blade in the drawer.
She works nights,
At least she used to.
Her daughter doesn't care,
At least she used to.
There a hero down the road,
A demanding damsel up the hill,
And time worth while spent.
He plays to much,
Games she doesn't know.
His girlfriend plays to often,
Games she doesn't know.
There's a dragon upstairs,
A castle around her emotion,
And an army for her bedroom.
She fires to often,
So quick to assume.
Her princess cries too much,
So quick to assume.
There's poison in the Fridge,
And her daughter doesn't care.
There's a hero down t