Auctioned Love

Hearts have been ripped and are some how walking and staggering
Pain is on the auction block there wont be any bartering or haggling
Bidders see all of these items at first as the same old shit
But when the auction begins there's a bidding fit  

Each ripped heart comes chained to a fucked up mind
With so much bullshit stowed away, like a hoarder, they can't leave it behind
How did I remain in a relationship with this person knowing their love was grimy
To think on it now their love and words were always fucking slimy

But the auctioneer's words were rolling and oh so soothing to the ears
And you but a bidder was so lonely and needed someone right here
Someone to share this pain and darkened sickness with
Fucking trash paid overprice for, so treated and considered a gift

This heart will never be displayed or used it will be hoarded like the masses
Placed in the attic or tossed on the floor  both places you emotionally trashes
This new purchase enters your mind with nothing but dots and dashes
Gavel hits podium like heart slams into mind and then fucking crashes

It's a week after Christmas and your dolly no longer has her head
Two weeks after Christmas and your toy truck has three wheels instead
Collectors are rummaging through your trash while auctioneers are tuning up
Both you and the others will continue to bid until the last gavel is struck