and the pendelum swings

it swings back
like i knew it would
and i feel so alone again
but a little more alone, even
becuase i remember
all that i had forgotten
about that day when my hair was blonde
and my eyes were blue
and i sold my soul

i sold my soul
for a kit kat or two
not even for an orange tree
or a box of avacados
i sold my soul
on that bunk bed
on the river bank
on the dirty mattress on the floor
in the barn
behind the barn
and i was in to far
to get it back
because it went away so fast
i sold my soul

i sold my soul
so long ago
sometimes i forget
how empty i am
and how little i have to give
and how broken
and crumpled
and dirty
and raw
i am
with just a kit kat
in place of a soul