At the Mills
My fake smile
makes my cheeks hurt.
Yes, that’s a new style.
Ow-my feet yell on the tile
ugh this playlist is dirt
my fake smile.
Gloomy faces gaze meanwhile,
excited shoppers walk alert.
Yes, that’s a new style.
Pictures hung throughout the aisle
the card was declined, I assert
my fake smile
The people all around, futile
red flags we must divert.
yes that’s a new style
The products are so beguile,
an arm and a leg for a shirt.
My fake smile
yes, that’s a new style
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