At your stepmotherâs vacuumed mansion
They unplugged your magic wand
You grew smaller than your shadow
Learned other ways to turn it on
But, hey___ donât get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what thatâs all about.
Designer potholes in the kitchen
Old logos on your dress
Thrift store becomes so much more
When others say it looks like less
Escaping on your own
Is harder than the talk
With shoulders soft from backpacks you carried
Itâs well known
You walked the widowâs walk
Long before you were even married
Standing outside anotherâs limelight
Igniting matches with an open nerve
Odds are even in a town of seven churches
No one will get what they deserve
Spring will bring daffodils and violets
Thereâs a rusty cycle everyone wants to save
But come on back, throw away your silence
Weâll plant a pink slip on the step family grave
HeyâDonât get caught
Without a chair when the music stops
You know what thatâs all about
Heyâdonât get caught
Without a chair when the music stops