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Listening to old pop songs
Playing on the radio
While I’m at work
Every song is about love
Either about being in love
Or losing their love
Yeah, love is cool and all
But why couldn’t these hacks
Ever sing about something else?

I stood in the isle
Crying from frustration
A can of beans in my hand
Thanking a nonexistent diety
That none of my co-workers
Could see my tears

Heart beating fast
Mircowave buzzing behind me
I woke up at 1 Am today
And I don’t feel guilty
Not one bit.

I am a horrible compliment giver
And an even less competent friend
But still you lunge yourself foward
Eager to place your thoughts
In my inept yet caring hands
I’ll never know why