A million fake transactions
Lined up in a row
He greets and asks them questions
does he really want to know
Do they really want to tell him
How they really are
Do they even really know
The truth seems just so far
Was that transaction successful
Did he need to know their stress
Did he need to know their day, the end
The color of their dress
He could laugh and play along
He could tell a story too
But do you really want to hear it
Should he really lie to you
Should he tell how his deep sorrow
Tears into his heart
How he’ll amount to nothing
And doesn’t do his part
Should he tell you you’re replaceable
That convenience breeds his friends
That he’s been hurt a million times before
As if it never ends
He’ll probably keep it simple
Like everything’s alright
He’ll probably have a real big smile
say have a pleasant night
Then you’ll leave and nothings changed
Through this system noone’s grown
Today he’ll do this a million more times
Then he’ll go home alone
well, not completely alone
ReplyDeleteThis. Is. Soooooo true. I think pretty much every single person who has ever worked in retail feels this way. It amazes me that you can capture things like this- Things that I always think about but can't ever get into words.
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