You keep handing me these bottles
Like its time to fill the vending machine again
Stand staring at the bottom,
Where some sticky mess needs to be cleaned
And I'm not even real sure, from the people
that are stalkin around the store,
If someday, when I'm thirsty, I'll be this close
to you anymore...
You keep lining up those bottle caps
Cuz you say you got nothin else to do
Up here on the top bottle rack
The tinted plastic makes you look like you
are so blue
But I can tell that I'm all shaken up,
Like the foam that dances the rim of
That someday, I'll come down again,
Make you feel like your 'hyper' was just a bluff...
You kept organizing rows of us
Like its an adamant part of your day
I know how you hate impulse,
But your boredom's bound to lead you astray...
From the top shelf of this machine, all the
Bottles topple and roll to the screen,
And laying down, we looked around, and
laughed at being in everyone's way...