These six strings
These six strings
Oh these six strings
Controlling my fingers like a puppet master
While the sound it expels is like an ongoing disaster
But I’ve been told that I have potential
In more places than these six strings
Oh these six strings
I’ve been told that they can take me around the world
Playing songs to whomever ears the melody crawls into
Becoming their new earworm for the night
And take them over like a parasite
But I am currently only a mushroom
And my spores I keep to myself
Until I am potent enough to become a shrome
And take my listeners on a trip with a boom
From these six strings
Oh these six strings
How they torture me so
Bending my fingers in obscure positions
Now I know why people say it’s hard to be a musician
But I fight through the pain
Through the fire and the flames
I will become and remain
A legend when it comes to these six strings
Oh these six strings
I’ve been told that you can win me the hearts of any female
With these nails
As they pluck melodic rhythms
That beat in time with their middle organ
Releasing them from the control of society
Wanting me to explore their sexuality
And that’s cool and all
But I don’t want any to fall
For me but one
And she’s far from
Being among the sum of the everyday girl
Too bad she’s half way across the world
Not really, but she might as well be
Because she’s way too far away to hear my melody
I play as I cry her name to the sky
And I whale
My tears and my guitar as well
Until I am able to make up for that moment I failed
To win you over
With these silver six strings
Or these white and black keys
Or these brown wooden drum sticks
I play all these to vent
Out all my emotions that will fog my vision
If I do not expel them from my body
Like a student who won’t listen
I swear I’m on a mission
To make up for that night
That you went to grab a bite
And you were holding a rose I gave you over a fortnight
And you asked me if it was me
And I told you that you were right
Then I left without a word
So you could please your appetite
Leaving me hungry
For what feels like an eternity
Because I did not feed you that which I buried deep inside of me
A few spoons full of my words
Accompanied by a collection of notes
And chords from my six stringed guitar