I don’t know much
I know a guitar can stop you from killing people
There’s a certain faith required to keep on living
When I cry I do it alone
And that’s best
Bought this guitar from the record store for fifty dollars
It sounds better than anything I’ve ever played
There are burns and holes in the front
I don’t even know what that front is called
The twisted and old strings are tired but loved
My songs sound great
I love it
The basement flooded
And yesterday I moved about five yards of dirt
When I should have been writing
When that broke me down
I picked her up
Did some Teenage Wasteland
And Rockin’ The Suburbs
The dark came in and the day ended
I didn’t get much done today
But living