My fingers are sore from playing to much guitar, they build rough blisters as rough as my soul, my fingers smell of weed and heart broken youth and as i sing, my lyrics resonate in the air i breathe which consists of bad choices and messed up thoughts, and so i keep playing the same tune because it reminds me of you, a saddened tune not to forget or remember you but to fill in an emptiness that puts me in great sorrow and melancholy.
