I don't think about what I can't see
It don't count if it ain't staring at me
Little choices I cannot recall
Get it quick or not at all
Every bargain has a hidden cost:
What was saved? What was lost?
Forty color-ways and free returns:
Where's it made? What'd they earn?
Is it enough to add to cart with buyer's remorse?
Well if you don't know where to start, consider the source
What becomes of what I throw away?
Broken cord, takeout tray
Leaky battery and shattered screen
Spilling ink I can't clean
Is it too much to be undone, too late to change course?
Before condemning anyone, consider the source
I set the table for an easy meal
I don't mind what I can't feel:
Tired turkey in a crowded cage
He can't peck, he can't rage
Little choices and the way they spread
Who must starve so we'd be fed?
I don't think about what I can't see
But now that bird won't stop staring at me
I tap my heart before I dine, but quickly divorce
From all your agony down the line, and all I endorse
Is it enough to add to cart with buyer's remorse?
Well if you don't know where to start, consider the source
