WalMart

Attention, Walmart Shoppers!
Everything in the entire store is free
But everything in the store is also damaged
Please shop at your own risk

So, I guess you can say I kinda knew what I was buying
I saw you on aisle four
Damn, you were everything broken and beautiful
And I just knew that you would go so well with the furniture in my heart

Now I didn't read your warning label
I knew you had a piece missing
And hazardous things I could swallow like, my pride
But I was okay, you were on sale! And you were stunning

I could already see you matching with the art and my heart
The painting of the mind in my living room
The tile would match so well with your skin
I could see myself throwing out that old couch
Me and my ex used to sit on
You would fit so perfectly in his place
I was ready to make space, for you

As I strolled through the walkway
I could hear pieces of your honesty drop on the floor
I kept walking, I overheard your voice on another aisle
So, that let me know that you were communicating with someone else
So, I guess we not communicating
I often wondered how so many pieces of you were missing
Yet, you were just heavy as the
First day when I picked you up off that shelf

I think it's because when I picked you up
I think it's because when I picked you up
I put down myself
I often wondered, I wondered
How I could allow the same person
That made me feel like I was invincible
To treat me like I was invisible

I was so vulnerable in your aisle four
Willing to buy your damaged merchandise
Just to claim that you're mine, and you're mine alone

You're broken and beautiful, torn painting
And here I am making sure I am beautiful enough border just to frame it

I need to go back to aisle four
There's a piece of this mirror that my mama gave me
I think I left it and picked up you

Self-reflection should never be confused with who is looking at you
I should have left you where I saw you
But who was I to judge the store in which I was shopping?
So, should I shun the customer, or what she was buying?

I walked up to your register
As I was about to check you out
The cashier was your brother
He told me of all your shit
Told me I couldn't exchange you for another
So, I'm sorry, it's my fault
I walked into your Walmart
Full of explosives, half-notes, and torn notebooks

I put my money on the counter
And I believe I purchased
A beautiful sad storm
I thank God, I thank God
I thank God that I kept my receipt

Walmart and Kmart, what happened to us? Missing your heartbeat
Yeah, she took your trust
Receipts keep coming needed your love, boy
But you got a crack in your heart pot, heart pot (receipt)

I need a manager to customer service for a return
A manager to customer service for a return
Thank you