Guitar.is.my.jealous.lover
I'm awake... still...
sleep? sleep is a four letter word in these parts. it's taken me a string of all-nighters to find that under no condition will i function like a normal human being as long as my guitar has any life left in her. she who robs me daily makes me whole.
maybe when i'm older, hungry, and jobless, i will look back and think, what a fool i was! should've applied myself, blah blah blah... another victim of wasted potential. but no: i know that as i play for coins in a hat, sans teeth and without more than the rags which embrace me, then as now, i will revel in this curse, and lie down to die with melodies humming in my bones.
sleep? sleep is a four letter word in these parts. it's taken me a string of all-nighters to find that under no condition will i function like a normal human being as long as my guitar has any life left in her. she who robs me daily makes me whole.
maybe when i'm older, hungry, and jobless, i will look back and think, what a fool i was! should've applied myself, blah blah blah... another victim of wasted potential. but no: i know that as i play for coins in a hat, sans teeth and without more than the rags which embrace me, then as now, i will revel in this curse, and lie down to die with melodies humming in my bones.