Rows of bottles all in line
Each with a price and plastic shine
I watch the light behind the glass
As hours and glances slowly pass
Still stocked,
but no one buys Every color under tired skies
You once picked one just for fun Now the night just weighs a ton
Coins click,
then back they go No one chooses what they know
My reflections faint and slow In this box that doesn't glow
Still stocked,
but no one buys Every color under tired skies
You once picked one just for fun Now the night just weighs a ton
Dust along
the rubber tray
A drunk expired yesterday
I stood there hoping you'd appear
But even vending machines you'll hear
Still stocked,
but no one buys Every color under tired skies
You once picked one just for fun Now the night just weighs a ton
Change return without a sound