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