Close your eyes and imagine this;
"I'm very bad at the guitar though..." Gerard says, shying away from you. "I can't even.."
You giggle, rubbing his back. "Please?"
He sighs and nods. "Okay, fine."
Handing him the acoustic guitar, you watch as he adjusts himself to the guitar.
Straining his face, he pretends to think about what to play. Immedietly, he starts to strum on the strings and sing.
So long to all my friends,
everyone of them met tragic ends.
With every passing day
I’d be lying if I didn’t say
That I miss them all tonight
And if they only knew what I would say
If I could be with you tonight
I would sing you to sleep
Never let them take the light behind your eyes
One day I’ll lose this fight
As we fade in the dark
Just remember you will always burn as bright
You give him a hug, and as he sets the guitar aside, he gives you a long, passionate kiss.
Pulling away, you say, "You're not so bad after all."
