with that listless hair,walking through the bustle of the street.
i wanna play the guitar. with you.
by your side.
i cannot pluck. and i cannot strum to save my life.
make me think i can.
i have the guitar. somewhere here. beside me.
can we play an acoustic piece. of tracy chapman’s fast car perhaps.
i have a song within. awaiting.
sit beside me will you. i just wanna let all this out.
to serenade and gently lull my thoughts away.
make duets a classic.
make driving towards eternity bearable.
make me be someone.
will you play the guitar with me please.