June 17, 2014

  • Acoustic is for Lovers

    One wild new ride in a brand new Car,
    the mustang that might have won my heart,
    and the first note strummed on his acoustic guitar,
    took us right back to the start...
    It was a hot night in the summertime,
    We took shots and then he sang Sublime.
    It didn't last, I don't know why.
    The first time never left our minds.
    So I took a chance, is that a crime?
    Sometimes I wish I'd stayed that night...
    Oh well, whatever, never mind.
    Here I am now, all alone.
    Sitting in a lifeless home,
    replaying what might have been our song,
    but I miss the way he sang along..
    And I miss the way he held my hand,
    the destiny we can't understand,
    if it was meant to be, he would be my man..
    Sometimes green eyes just drive me mad.
    At least I didn't fall too hard,
    in the end, for the fancy car..
    Or forbidden passion masked in the dark..
    All blame lies on that acoustic guitar.

    The one that might have won my heart...
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