Returns and Exchanges
"This is like pulling teeth"
Said the man with the gap-toothed smile
Upon decline
So the silence seeped into
An impatient line
Of returns and exchanges
And the silence brewed
Like a storm
As they brooded over their misfortunes
Some things you can't take
We're all the same
We're all afraid
Of a pointless existence
Still the silence grows
A crescendo of deafening stillness
Silence you just can't speak
Much less repeat
To your lover
Or your mirror
Because such simple words
Can leave us crushed
As we deny that life is
One big mistake
It can't be exchanged
We're all the same
We're loveless liars tonight
We're all ashamed
Of our life
We've been declined
We shouldn't have tried
To fake such existence