What They Call "The Life"

So this is what they call "the life"
this is what you see on TV
the house with the two-car garage
white picket fence, you and me

the puffy couch by the fireplace
the four-post bed and computer upstairs
glasses of wine on the island bar
the friends known are friends in pairs

wordless music that echos through walls
of silence that surround the candlelight
that shines on the perfect table set
for years with china, lace, and white
nightcaps in the jacuzzi, bubbles rise
to the comfortable unhappy and distant stares
of colored hairs and boxes of clothes
in the attic, there to see if someone cares

but it's like chocolate capuccino with vanilla syrup
over a silk robe wrapped between comfort and strife
used to be a dream from TV
this, what they call "the life".