She thought of the woman waiting in that other house. That woman was likely wearing an old t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy knot, surrounded by the beautiful, exhausting chaos of a shared history. That woman had the arguments about the mortgage and the messy kitchen, but she also had the right to scream, to cry, and to be seen in the harsh light of morning.
To the world, she was the siren. She was the one with the French manicures and the silk slips, always ready with a glass of scotch and a soft place for him to land when the weight of his "real" life became too heavy. She never asked about the children's school plays. She never complained about the late-night departures or the sudden silences. Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (Lyrics)
Lana stepped out into the cool air, her heels clicking rhythmically on the pavement. She was the "other" woman—the one who was always kept fresh, always lonesome, and always tucked away like a secret. She thought of the woman waiting in that other house
But as the car pulled up to the side entrance, Lana caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed by the very glamour she used as armor. To the world, she was the siren