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