Returns...

Hello?
Excuse me?
Hi...
I was here earlier.

I'd like a new topic please.
This one isn't working so well for me.

I've run out of ways to express my loathing
I've run dry of clever means to describe
his sky blue eyes
and my shattered perspective.

See? that's exactly what I'm talking about.
This record has a scratch in it
with every turn I hear the same four notes
the same grating sounds
and I'd like to hear something different
but it's lodged itself in the side of my head.
it's less painful than it looks,
or at least that's what I tell myself. 

Damn! I keep scraping myself on these edges.
I'm not sure why I ever bought this thing to begin with.
I feel like a diabetic,
no sugar
and my fingers are numb from the pricks.

Perhaps you have something a little less sharp?
maybes a sale on contentment?
I'm not sure how much this schrapnel in my pockets can afford,
but could you cut a guy a break?

God, I'm afraid to look at the tag...
wait a second...

what do you mean...

Free?