tell me it's for my own good
sell it to me like a ******* vacuum cleaner
peddle it, baby
knock on my door
and sell me cheap romance:
a product that
always
just slightly
outlives its warranty.
tell me that you loved me
you really, really did
but there are no refunds
and for three easy payments
of anguish, time, and torment
you were mine, mine, mine:
what a deal!
tell me it's for my own good
when you break down early
i'll get my money back
and take it gambling
where the odds are better.
it's just like you said
just like you said it would be
in fact
the only guarantee i was given
hidden
not-so-plainly
in the fine print.
I'll invest in something else
and you can keep your broken promises.