A silence too uncomfortable to be deemed okay
settled on our shoulders here
Seconds... Minutes... Hours
As you strum slowly at the possibility
of never talking again
With every slide of a finger
I can feel the chord fill me
Begging to Burst
Begging to Scream louder than you'd ever play
all the things I don't know how to
But fret by fret I lose my thoughts
to a mind clouded by melodies
And all I can see is that
you hold tight on the neck
that's Stronger than we ever were.
