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Clearance Sale
Suddenly everything in my apartment
Is marked with a dollar amount and
Priced to sell,
Irreplaceable items are handed over
To the highest offer, an eager bidder
This isn’t voluntary downsizing
This is a desperate attempt at survival,
While you’re just barely, hardly surviving
But still hanging on.
I’m counting numbers, adding every penny
Dime and quarter but the total’s
No where near the number which continues
To weigh heavy on my back, the weight
Which will inevitably cause my bones to
Snap
I can’t do this, it’s impossible and the
Hour glass is almost full but the consequence
Is unbearable-- I’ll be forced to leave it all
My friends - my love - my home
I can’t do this, I can’t walk away
I won’t go.
This is the my last chance,
My final attempt at survival
And all my memories are
Priced to sell.
Is marked with a dollar amount and
Priced to sell,
Irreplaceable items are handed over
To the highest offer, an eager bidder
This isn’t voluntary downsizing
This is a desperate attempt at survival,
While you’re just barely, hardly surviving
But still hanging on.
I’m counting numbers, adding every penny
Dime and quarter but the total’s
No where near the number which continues
To weigh heavy on my back, the weight
Which will inevitably cause my bones to
Snap
I can’t do this, it’s impossible and the
Hour glass is almost full but the consequence
Is unbearable-- I’ll be forced to leave it all
My friends - my love - my home
I can’t do this, I can’t walk away
I won’t go.
This is the my last chance,
My final attempt at survival
And all my memories are
Priced to sell.
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