Hearing this song makes me think of you, ya know
I can still see your smiling face
Holding on so tightly to that beautiful guitar
I wished for nothing more than to be held
As gracefully as you caressed it
If I had stings, I knew you would be the one to play me
Unleashing all my beautiful sounds
You were going to make my soul sing colors

But now its finished
The solo has ended, so like all artists of your talent
You smashed the lovely curves into the harsh ground beneath you
I still play these cords in my shattered heart
I harden my lungs as I belt the words
And push the air stained with your passion out of my lungs
This song that kills me still, which plays in your healing voice
Will be the poison teaching me to survive