I'm like a dying buisness,
My open sign light is bedding people to come in
And give me a reason to whipe off the dust from the counters
To tell me that they will always come back
To give me a reason to stay open.
But my parking lot stays empty,
All accept for my car
A rusted excuse for a vehicle
Filled with all the bills that are overdue
All hoping that buisness will pick up again
Though it rarely does.
Each wave of people sends false hope
That I could stay in buisness
Only to lead to the day when I unplug my neon open sign
One last time.
