The brass reflects in the beams
All these pretty keys have a meaning
A purpose
I wish I had a range like a saxophone
No squeaks no mistakes
I can never seem to properly replace my own reed
I slur my words and phrases
Not like a written slur
I sound uneven and janky
Sax or not
I can't seem to grasp my breath
Or the courage
I felt like ever since I lost something in me
My notes haven't sounded good enough
There is something going on with my saxophone
I'll hug it tight
And ill tell her she's perfect no matter the flaws
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 7:51 PM UTC
The brass reflects in the beams
All these pretty keys have a meaning
A purpose
I wish I had a range like a saxophone
No squeaks no mistakes
I can never seem to properly replace my own reed
I slur my words and phrases
Not like a written slur
I sound uneven and janky
Sax or not
I can't seem to grasp my breath
Or the courage
I felt like ever since I lost something in me
My notes haven't sounded good enough
There is something going on with my saxophone
I'll hug it tight
And ill tell her she's perfect no matter the flaws