Sticky Memories
Chord D Chord A Wammy bar...
no... no that won't work .
Nothing seems to sound right anymore. Slowly yet ever so slowly I brushed my fingers over her neck letting her touch be engraved into my skin. It seemed so unreal to have someone----I didn't know someone could love me the way she did. Her lips so perfect, they sculpted around my own, it was perfection. We tuned ourselves perfectly to one another.
And that screech... Screech? I looked up to see Jake and Leo laughing at my dazed phase. I had told them all about that one night, and how she was my own mystery girl. I unplugged Jake's guitar from his amp before he could strike again.
"Awe common Donavan don't be a sour puss!" Jake pursed his lips in a mock attempt of a pout. I rolled my eyes and started up again strumming the same chords trying to rewrite the song she left imprinted on my heart.
Chord D Chord A Strum continuously...
No that's not right either...
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We All Have Our Cross to Bare
Teen FictionMy Big Dream against my father's. My inheritance Vs. Fame Should I pick up the gun or should I get my pick and strum. But what about her. Her soft lips and curvy hips. I guess for now I'll have, Booze, Cigarettes and lots of Sex. But I still only...
