I sold my soul for a memory of you, one not
even long enough to be recorded
on vinyl and small enough to trap in
the empty pen I used to write
down these words. In a sense you’re now
eternal since souls are boundless and
yours is now my ink. Don’t warn your children
of strangers or drugs, rather of soul buyers
on street corners at 8PM in July. Rejection
itself is enough of a drug.
(Sold/lost: a reverse connotation where one letter
is enough to overlook the mistranslation)
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
I sold my soul for a memory of you, one not
even long enough to be recorded
on vinyl and small enough to trap in
the empty pen I used to write
down these words. In a sense you’re now
eternal since souls are boundless and
yours is now my ink. Don’t warn your children
of strangers or drugs, rather of soul buyers
on street corners at 8PM in July. Rejection
itself is enough of a drug.
(Sold/lost: a reverse connotation where one letter
is enough to overlook the mistranslation)
This is what all these playlists and vintage shops do to me, paired up with the fact that I see you escorting a new girl into your car every day and knowing I won't be one of them; foolish, considering the fact you've already said "no".
