Produce (Package, Pt. 2)

(Why?!) Why? Why not? Why? Why not? Late night produce It feels trapped in time Like inked-in old news On a billboard sign And I see bags of used shoes Atop rotting rinds They match the new hues Of the awning's design Why? Well why not? Why? "Package my goods! I'm saving the bags We live the life they never had" So I said "Thank you thank you" "Thank you thank you" "Thank you thank you" "Thank you" I listen to blues Piped through the aisles I squeeze a bruised fruit Ignore a smile I'm still feeling somewhere It's nowhere nearby I cry gently in the checkout line Why? Well why not?? Why? "Package my goods, I'm saving the bags" I relive the life I never had So I said "thank you thank you" as I relive my life "Thank you thank you" when I relive my life "Thank you thank you" as I relive my life "Thank you thank you" in the checkout line