Their there when you need them…
Nice and easy.

But they don’t fit the taste,
they just fill the space,
and the real thing is hard to find…

I know.

I search around with nothing in my hands.

A seeking heart
and a troublesome mind
that doesn’t decipher wrong from right all the time.

Getting lost in confusion…
(A great delusion)

If instincts knew
I wouldn't get caught up in brands
one to seven,
seven through eleven,
and twenty four hours a day.

Heaven reigns semi supreme,
as if there’s a chance to get lost…

I can see over your love
to the aisle of her hate
and his getting in my way.

When I pay I put on a face.

As I go home I swing and sway
my waste
in front of everyone’s face,
while two the same age as me walk hand in hand.

And if I were to return twenty years now passed
I would see them the same…

I guess they’re more of the tailored type,
cut to fit and dry cleaned,
hand washed and air dried...

Mine cycles far to high.

Every look carries with it some thought implied.

I gathered and divided
all into the same bin
and I've got the corner store feelings
once again.