i was playing guitar today (im not very good but i try) (god knows i try)
and i got to thinking (i feel a lot) (how most things start and end)
about how things that can get carved into your soul (you) (it starts and ends with you darling)
the chords press indents like canyons onto my still-too-young fingertips (i was so young) (some may say it's naivety) (i'd tell them to go to hell)
and spike up my arm to my heart and my soul; electric (electric soul) (i've always liked that phrase) (i think i heard it in a lana song and it's been in my mind ever since)
the music feels like freedom (i've never been musical, always rubbish at remembering notes) (this feels different though) (better)
i smash the guitar into a wall. (good things never did last long when i was around) (i figured i should just pull the trigger myself) (it's better than being shot in the stomach) (please don't shoot me in the stomach) (i might die again)
