When it's Over
Because you're worth it.
Because this is the recession and the only way to get out is to put more in.
Because retail therapy is the best kind of therapy and costs hardly any more than that therapist.
Because that 55 inch screen will look great at the foot of your bed just beside your 50 inch computer screen.
And if you don't believe it, I've seen it.
Because seeing is believing.
Because there's no real belief anymore.
Because it was a whole series of random chances.
Because you haven't talked to Him in a while.
Who even talks to Him out loud except for when they're scared anymore?
Except for the dead of the night when you're holding two children in your arms by the pool while the ground that you used to trust bucks and ripples and proves you that you can never trust anything anymore.
Except for when you're late and if you don't catch up soon you're going to be having a serious problem on your hands.
Except for when you're sitting in a room with a paper in front of you, watching the clock tick over and begging that you'll get this somehow.
Because who needs Him when you've got easy-pay, lay-by, higher purchase to slap it on day by day?
It's your life and it's now or never, not that you're going to consider the fact that you're not gonna live forever.
Because what can better hide your own faults that a brand new lipstick, or make you forget about your problems than a hilarious sitcom.
What better can make you forget and disguise and excuse your morals than a few shots of tequila, a dark club and a skirt the same length as your expensive lingerie.
Because everyone knows you're more who you really are when you're sober and on guard and reserved, than who you are when you let loose and don't give a damn about what anyone thinks, right?
Because you can be anyone or anything at anytime you want, you don't need consumerism, you preach while wearing your branded top-label shirt covered with the same Anarchist symbols as the rest of their overpriced range.
And when it's over?
Well, who needs to think about the end when you can ignore it so easily with that mainstream, auto-tuned, everything-sounds-the-same music pounding through those headphones.
Because this is the recession and the only way to get out is to put more in.
Because retail therapy is the best kind of therapy and costs hardly any more than that therapist.
Because that 55 inch screen will look great at the foot of your bed just beside your 50 inch computer screen.
And if you don't believe it, I've seen it.
Because seeing is believing.
Because there's no real belief anymore.
Because it was a whole series of random chances.
Because you haven't talked to Him in a while.
Who even talks to Him out loud except for when they're scared anymore?
Except for the dead of the night when you're holding two children in your arms by the pool while the ground that you used to trust bucks and ripples and proves you that you can never trust anything anymore.
Except for when you're late and if you don't catch up soon you're going to be having a serious problem on your hands.
Except for when you're sitting in a room with a paper in front of you, watching the clock tick over and begging that you'll get this somehow.
Because who needs Him when you've got easy-pay, lay-by, higher purchase to slap it on day by day?
It's your life and it's now or never, not that you're going to consider the fact that you're not gonna live forever.
Because what can better hide your own faults that a brand new lipstick, or make you forget about your problems than a hilarious sitcom.
What better can make you forget and disguise and excuse your morals than a few shots of tequila, a dark club and a skirt the same length as your expensive lingerie.
Because everyone knows you're more who you really are when you're sober and on guard and reserved, than who you are when you let loose and don't give a damn about what anyone thinks, right?
Because you can be anyone or anything at anytime you want, you don't need consumerism, you preach while wearing your branded top-label shirt covered with the same Anarchist symbols as the rest of their overpriced range.
And when it's over?
Well, who needs to think about the end when you can ignore it so easily with that mainstream, auto-tuned, everything-sounds-the-same music pounding through those headphones.
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It's the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
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