Singing in the shop

She sang songs to cope with sadness

While she clocked into her nine to fives

I never learned to live or die

She taught me how to live in lies

To give and die and try again

While dying out at work

Was a way she taught me how to sing

And why I lack in worth

when the customers would enter

I would always feel embarassed

once I asked her not to sing

and she got angry, I felt sad

So I understood that singing was 

the way she coped with trauma

and it’s rather unsurprising

That I had the voice I had

Always loud but never heard

I blame all my songs on her

and if never did she sing at work

I would have been the first