Your arcade

Coin machine in the corner
A penny dangling and a quarter
On the edge of a tipping point
Ready to fall off with just one nudge
Push and watch it fall
Tears streaming as you celebrate
Hit rock bottom
Grabbed by grubby hands
Finally pushed to the breaking point.
It won't grow old with rust
But melt in your pocket
Until all it leaves is a scar
A reminder of when I couldn't stay cool.
You'll forget that coin in no time
There are plenty of other ones
If you don't that's not my fault
You were the one to push me
Off my tipping point