I Wish I Played Guitar
i don't touch anyone with anything i'm navy, gray, in the background
i wish i knew how to play the guitar or how to hold out my hand for help how to stop drowning in the ocean when wave after wave hits you
i'm not good at solving puzzles i'm not really good at anything i don't know how to love or feel
at least i know how to pretend at least i know how to pretend
i'm so cold, i'm so very cold it's 29 degrees and it's midnight so i'll paint a canvas all black and punch a hole right through it's art right, it's art right?
i wish i learned how to play guitar how to feel my own art like he does why can't i stick with something? what's my thing? what do i do? all i do is bleed and itch and freeze i'm just human, a little too much so
I love trying out new things, but there's not any particular hobby that I am identified with and I really wish there was. I wrote this listening to Wilbur Soot's cover of 'Song For A Guilty Sadist' By Crywank, I love the sound of the guitar in this song as well as Wilbur's expression in the video: it made me a little jealous which inspired this.