(a sort of finger-picking motion on the guitar. idk how to describe it)
C Am
when i die, i'll retire
F G
all my songs to the sea
C Am
and i'll see then
F G
what she'll make of me.
C G
and everything is so big
Am G
and i am so small
C G
but i want to believe
Am F
that i might make a sound when i fall.
(single strum)
Am G F
one last lonesome sound when i fall.
Am G
one sweet, dismal song then
F C (resume finger-picky)
nothing at all.
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if the summer could sing
Poesíaa book of songs i have written! and will continue to write and add onto this book was originally made for my own use and reference so that all my songs were accessible and in one place, but i thought maybe someone else would like to see them. so i'm...