You play guitar and it sounds like it used to
But it’s not the same
You play your records and you sit on your bed
And nothing is the same
You’re looking in the shadows for the light
It weeps behind you as you scramble in the darkness of your own shadow
And it is not enough
You want to believe that it is enough
You want her to be enough
You just want to be enough
And you want to believe so bad
But your chest aches from the effort of it
And faith turns to dust in the face of the world
And you wonder what else is made of dust
And wonder how long till you are
You try to remember the last time you weren’t lost
But the guitar sounds like rain on the roof
And the record sound prickles the air
And you can’t remember so you focus on these things
And so it goes
And goes
And goes
Until suddenly it doesn't
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