The piano The guitar I've always been drawn to them I remember You had me up in your room Wanting to show me To strum for me Introduce me to The unknown But I left you For his piano For his drums While you tried Desperately for me to Listen to the cords that you played When I finally looked back When I decided to listen You no longer wanted me to stay As you took me home I realized my mistake
Part memory, part metaphor. A mistake I don't want to make again.