I run into my room,
Desperately escaping.
I grab myself some food,
Mentally rearranging.
I look over at my bedside table,
My earbuds sit in their sleek, black case,
Awaiting being opened, to take me away.
I grab my phantom guitar,
Planning to play the night away.
I go to my playlist,
Selective happiness,
Waiting to bless my ears.
I click the play button,
And I am overcome with,
Emotions, I can hear.
So I'll play my phantom guitar.
Even if I look foolish, who cares?
I'll jam out under the stars,
Until the string tears.
If you'd like to join me,
Just play your favorite music,
There are plenty of guitars to go around.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
I run into my room,
Desperately escaping.
I grab myself some food,
Mentally rearranging.
I look over at my bedside table,
My earbuds sit in their sleek, black case,
Awaiting being opened, to take me away.
I grab my phantom guitar,
Planning to play the night away.
I go to my playlist,
Selective happiness,
Waiting to bless my ears.
I click the play button,
And I am overcome with,
Emotions, I can hear.
So I'll play my phantom guitar.
Even if I look foolish, who cares?
I'll jam out under the stars,
Until the string tears.
If you'd like to join me,
Just play your favorite music,
There are plenty of guitars to go around.
