Gen y Trophy Wife

You hit the snooze, 6:22, he needs some time to come around
 He's on the edge of the bed, slipped on shoes
 Trying to make his way out
 Isn't that the shirt you wore last night all covered with scuzz and neon light?
 Hey, I know you've done this kind of thing before
 He's trying to glide, not letting his feet touch the floor
 His afterglow of pride, I guess he ignored your bedside knife
 And your notched up headboard
 You've got your daddy's eyes and car, his money, and his loose sense of ethics
 You live rent-free inside his house, if it's love, then it's not pathetic
 Between the coffee houses and bars, the pharmacies and missed phone calls
 Between the clubhouse and bars, he still thinks that you'll go far
 Hey, I know you've done this kind of thing before
 He's trying to guide, however much he can afford
 He beams with pride, but I guess he ignored
 Your ditzy smile and your notched up headboard
 The only thing you're teasing is your hair
 Those damaged goods wouldn't even fly at the county fair
 You win awards now gathering dust on a shelf
 Basically, what you saw all for yourself
 You could have more than your sweet bedroom eyes
 But you've become what you built up as a disguise
 Frustrated, she just wants to be appreciated
 Emaciated, can't survive emancipated
 Hey, I know you've done this kind of thing before
 You'd like to fly, but it's just too much work
 You pose to the side and like every night before
 You roam the night to notch up your headboard
 Let's keep it cool and collected
 Let's keep you calm and copacetic
 Let's try to be level-headed
 All this hectic had to be just what you expected
 Hey, I know you've done this kind of thing before
 Your mastered shameful slither down an anonymous corridor
 You caused a scene on the mezzanine and can't go back anymore
 Another victim, suitors lining up at your door
 And pining for your cure of lonesome and bored
 Think you're clever but it's a two-edged sword
 Your bough breaks and you crumble on the floor
 Don't recover underneath your worn headboard
 Isn't that the shirt you wore last night all covered with scuzz and neon light?