The Happy House

She looks out the window
She’s trying to find her happiness
Since it’s not here inside her home
Where it’s supposed to be

She went through all the same old shit
With a marriage to a man that she supposed she loved
And then a house that’s full of noisy kids
But it hasn’t filled her up with anything but chores to do

Where does she have to go
Or what does she have to do
To find that joy that she craves so deeply
It mystifies her so that she just weeps

On television all the things that she has here
Bring joy to all those folks
But they’re just actors with their parts to play
And it’s not what she was going to get she finally saw

And so she cries and runs the vacuum over floors already clean
And tries her best to get the shit stains out of hubbies underwear
She can understand why some would choose to grab a drink or two
Just to take away the pain that this life brings

She fantasizes about packing up and moving out
But where would she go and what would she do
Instead of finding happiness she knows deep in her heart
She’d just find loneliness and pain not what she seeks

So she just goes about her daily chores
And keeps a happy house
For everyone that’s in it
Except for one