The Age Of Lavende

You took your headphones off and said
You've got this aching in your neck
It's in your blind spot
Between your shoulders and your head
"I'm not an expert," I replied
"Darling, you never sit up straight
Or it's from contaminated chicken wings and steak
What about improper insulation
Or some sort of post-traumatic reaction
Or even a rare mutation in your DNA?"
You've got a pension plan and a cross on a chain
But oh, that pain won't go away
You've got a Volvo van and a house on your name
But oh, you can feel it every day
You say it's all been investigated
But nothing, nothing seems to work
And now you're feeling sorry for your ancestors
All their wars and sacrifices
Man, that woman throwing herself under a horse
While you believe in the effects of lavender
You've got a cyanide pill if you ever fall ill
But no, it's not that bad just yet
You've got a gun in your bed and a license to kill
But oh, you won't hold it to your head
There was silence, we were squinting
The refrigerator kept on buzzing
Or was it something with the microwave?
"Well, that's dubious," I whispered
"But I'm afraid it doesn't make a difference
The universe don't care 'bout us anyway"
You've got a pension plan and a cross on a chain
But oh, that pain won't go away
You've got a Volvo van and a house on your name
But oh, you can feel it every day