Strings

Like a cigarette It’s a lovely day Just an ordinary wife She carries smiles A scent of cider Above her waste Like a girl next door She’ll lie and bitter your taste Fingers along your strings Strings of your guitar Days, they pass But only your strings They chase the emptiness away Like a cigarette Its still a lovely day Like a father figure I’ll push you away Like a cold winter night I’ll hold your warmth As a metaphor I’ll do you no harm Fingers along your strings Strings of your guitar Days, they pass Yet nothing seems to chase This emptiness away A sunrise from now I’ll see angels with blue hair She pours her coffee cold And she thinks of The stories told I know you’re out there And maybe Your just getting by But between you and I We know that life isn’t fair