I Sang a Song for You
It’s true, I did. I sang it for you, about you, to you.
I’m here without you, but you’re on my lonely mind, day and night my thoughts are occupied with you.
My friends say it’s pointless, you and I shouldn’t get together now. We’d be rushing into something too big for the both of us to handle. It’s too much, too soon.
When I saw your face, I believed. And I can’t leave you, and I don’t wanna try.
But maybe it’s not meant to be between you and me. Would you mind terribly if I went for someone else?
He looks so much like you it’s uncanny, are you sure you don’t have a twin brother that your parents misplaced somewhere? Okay, so he’s a tiny bit shorter and fatter than you, but maybe he’s similar enough to you that it will assuage my poor battered heart.
But believe me, baby, if things had been different - if I were good enough for you, basically - I’d be with you in a heartbeat. I’ll buy you whatever you want, and lavish you with attention every night. You can share my bed if you like, nothing would make me happier than waking to your gorgeous body in the morning.
But until I become good enough for you, we’ll just have to gaze at each other from afar. Don’t get jealous if I’m with him, it’s only to tide me over until we can be together, forever.
How I long to run my fingers down your neck and along your body, and rock your world like you rock mine. One day, maybe. Assuming, of course, we haven’t moved on to others in the meantime.
The mystery revealed, after the jump.
It’s a guitar lar, sheesh!
November 4th, 2006 at 9:25 am
Must be a classical guitar.
Folk guitars are more like women; to the untrained novice, the steel strings can initially hurt. It takes more to coax the music from one of these babies, and after you get over the initial hurt and pain, you realise that the hardest strings usually produce the brightest sounds.