Garage sale, Saturday, I need to pay
My heart's outstanding bills
A cracked up compass and a pocket watch
Some plastic daffodils
The cutlery and coffee cups
I stole from all night restaurants
A sense of wonder only slightly used
A year or two to haunt you in the dark
For a phone call from far away
With a Hi, how are you today?
And a sign recovery comes
To the broken ones
A wage slave forty hour work week weighs
A thousand kilograms
So bend your knees comes with a free fake smile
For all your dumb demands
The cordless razor that my father bought
When I turned 17
A puke green sofa and the outline to
A complicated dream of dignity
For a laugh, too loud and too long
For a place where awkward belongs
And a sign recovery comes to the broken ones
To the broken ones, to the broken ones
For the broken ones our best offer