Returns and Exchanges

This is like pulling teeth Said the man with the gap-toothed smile Upon decline So the silence seeped into An impatient line Of returns and exchanges And the silence brewed Like a storm As they brooded over their misfortunes... Some things you can't take We all We share a common weakness: We're all afraid Of a pointless existence Still the silence grows A crushed no, deafening Still this silence you just can't speak Much less repeat To your lover Or your mirror Cause such simple words Can leave us crushed As we deny that life is It can't be We're all ashamed Of our life We've been declined We shouldn't have tried To fake such existence