Today I will be the strings that I strum;
Gently thundering by the will of my thumb,
Constantly changing by rhythm and tone,
Based on my finger—No-- based on my bone.
Today I will be the tack in the wall
Providing stability for friends in need,
I won’t let them loose, I won’t let them fall!
And I’ll show them that they can trust me.
Perhaps a digression, perhaps a mad switch
Perhaps I’m acting like a son of a bitch
But always being taken advantage of
Starts to strain my love… so…
Tomorrow I will be servant to no one.
Going about the day until my day is done.
But today I’ll be those strings that I strum
And tonight I’ll just fill my throat with rum.