You tore the two of us apart
Like a piece of paper coming out of a calculator.
Between us, only a receipt for goods tendered
Marked “all sales our final! No returns!”
But you’ve put yourself up in the window again
With a bright yellow tag announcing “for sale”
Underneath where it says your name.
I don’t return broken merchandise
But have a tendancy to misplace pieces
Lost a piece of me underneath your couch
“you broke it, you bought it”
I agreed to pay the full amount
Saving this paper for my records.
In case I get audited
Or somehow forget that
We’re friends who don’t
owe each other anything anymore.
I haven’t seen you in a while
But I guess it’s true
What they say
That you get
what
you
pay for.
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