I’m On Sale, 50% Off

There’s a dim light left on over me

reminding me why I’m here

a register receipt for broken thoughts

and smiles out of style

I’m on sale and he’s got a rain-check for tomorrow

fifty percent off my troubled mind

and he says that he’s buying

As soon as the coupon is in his hand

clip and save

All the neon wrapped up in my smile

I hold until he makes up his mind

maybe he can see that I've already been worn

lipstick stains from the dressing room

left out for a fool who’s ready to be fooled again

and my credit’s shot

but I’m buying too.