I played tonight,
Till my finger tips bled,
More than blood,
Memories,
More than tears,
I miss you.
This ol' guitar is my last keepsake,
Worn thin strap,
Unraveled,
But I'll never take it off,
I can still smell the music shop,
On the hot July day,
He was hanging by his neck on the top left,
You bought him for me,
And we took him home,
And you taught me,
So many more things other than just a song on guitar,
I miss my bestfriend