I hope it’s me you think about
When you see cherry-red SG’s
Because it is without a doubt
You I hear at the ivories
Pining over pine trees I didn’t grow
Reaching for something I never held
Stranded on a boat I didn’t row
Longing for places I’ve never dwelled
I try not to abandon reality
But there are dreams I want to see
I think about how sweet would it be
If you pined over me
Since you can pierce through sonic art
I'd ask you if 'B' now plays its part
No more tracing the frets from the start
Just riffs that echo my yearning heart
My heart aches for a knowing glance to see
The intricate patterns my melodies conceal
Thoughts that would pour out effortlessly
When a true fondness is what we both can feel
I seem to be walking on glass
Fearing I will lose whatever is existing of us
So I stay still and hope the moment will pass
A wrong move could turn this fondness into dust
I’ll settle for glances and greetings so brief
At gatherings, my heart finds a small relief
I think of you when I see gleaming ivories
So I hope I can haunt you through cherry-red SG’s
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
I hope it’s me you think about
When you see cherry-red SG’s
Because it is without a doubt
You I hear at the ivories
Pining over pine trees I didn’t grow
Reaching for something I never held
Stranded on a boat I didn’t row
Longing for places I’ve never dwelled
I try not to abandon reality
But there are dreams I want to see
I think about how sweet would it be
If you pined over me
Since you can pierce through sonic art
I'd ask you if 'B' now plays its part
No more tracing the frets from the start
Just riffs that echo my yearning heart
My heart aches for a knowing glance to see
The intricate patterns my melodies conceal
Thoughts that would pour out effortlessly
When a true fondness is what we both can feel
I seem to be walking on glass
Fearing I will lose whatever is existing of us
So I stay still and hope the moment will pass
A wrong move could turn this fondness into dust
I’ll settle for glances and greetings so brief
At gatherings, my heart finds a small relief
I think of you when I see gleaming ivories
So I hope I can haunt you through cherry-red SG’s
Fragments of my feelings for you
