Requiem for my Singlehood

When I was a young girl
I was a sorry state with men
They'd butter me up with sweet lies
And I'd do the same to them

Or they'd commence to battle
their swords drawn and such
My need for oneupsmanship
Didn't please them all too much

Chorus: But after I got married
I got all the love I could stand
Got bored of the victory lap
With a chalice in my hand
Sometimes I forget to wonder
If my life exists at all
Staring at the old hangouts
From above my castle wall

I had my collection
Of subtle, bitter friends
All they were ever there for
Were means to some ends

So of course they'd point and laugh
As I drink my way home
in a burnt summer of house parties
Never far to roam

Chorus

Bridge: The girls I hung out with
couldn't handle a sisterhood
A man's peripheral vision
marked where their ground had stood
While I sulked in defiance of
temptations in the night
forever standing by the bar
as dancers swirled in the light

Now I'm in an office chair
Dreaming of that thirst
Of having to say I'm sorry
Rather than ask permission first

Sure the first one to pluck me off
Was the one who took me home
What's the point of independence
If you can't handle being alone

Chorus x2

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