No One Ever Listens to Me

I push my pillow into my head
A phoenix amongst dreamers
And some bitch to the left
A phoenix am I, getting so real
Like a one-winged dove
Flying in circles,
Limping like a pansy
Out of the ashes of but-her-face slumber

She never listens to me
No one ever does
She'd rather fight
I push the pillow out my head
And while I am
Bending the ashes of slumber over the kitchen table
Not taking "No! There's maple syrup everywhere, can't we do it in the bed?" for an answer
Really getting goin, you know
Breaking the flower vase from our weekend antiquing
And your still so pissed
And I am nervous the kids might walk in on us
Or worse
I don't have any kids
But I still worry about it for some reason
Yeah yeah yeah