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 starts, 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
Too many options, no real choice
Just along the rubber tray,
a drink expired yesterday
I stood there hoping you'd appear,
but even vending machines don't hear
Still starts, but no one buys,
every color under tired skies
You once picked one,
just for fun,
now the night just weighs a ton
Change returns without a sound
Change returned without a sound
