Push Me Passed the Food Court

I walked around your place It felt like a mall Where my mind disconnected I felt suffocated just thinking of things that I could've purchase I rather be gone Walk me through the food court Don't care what your selling I'd rather be gone Just push through the guitar store I don't care what your selling I walked passed the records and tried not to stop and felt uninspired I looked at your portrait and thought of your mom and felt like a tourist