Soju
Green bottle sweating on the ozone floor,
you poured it out like you’d done it before,
and I believed you,
the way I always do.
Neon through the window, cheap and kind,
alleyway noodles, you left yours behind,
and I don’t blame you,
I’d leave too, if I knew how.
(chorus)
This is just a soju soundtrack,
playing while the taxis drown,
this is just a soju soundtrack,
for a heart shaped like this town.
Karaoke ghosts still singing in the hall,
you were never good at goodbyes at all,
so you just faded,
like the ice does, in the glass.
(bridge)
I’m not gonna pretend
this ends the way the movies do —
no strings section swelling up
to carry me to you.
Just the hum of a vending machine,
a green bottle, and everything in between,
and I’m floating,
I’m floating,
in a paper cup ocean, going nowhere slow.
