So Human

Ruined Guitar

There are tears on my guitar; some old, some fresh

and they match the lines and years on your face

They show that my heart is purely a mess

Proof that our love isn't something to be missed

The tears on my guitar

are permanent, and mine

They are stains on an otherwise smooth black surface

Ruining the lacquer finish and perfect designs

The tear tracks can't be erased

and I don't want them to be

they remind me of my sadness and mistakes

and make the good times better, it seems

Maybe one day I'll meet someone

who'll wipe this slate clean

and you'll see us walking down the street

His hand in the back pocket of my jeans

But until then, I'll keep playing

on the tear-stained guitar

left with the feeling of your hands on my hips

and with the memory your lips on my lips