The Colors of Blue

my guitar all she does is scream and weep seems I'm stuck again head is hung low my feet drag along monday sucks but tuesday is just as bad by friday I feel like the whole world is raining down on me If that lightning strikes any closer its going burn me maybe its the devil maybe its me and my stubborn ways maybe its her or the way she broke my heart Its friday night I take my place with the masses in a darkened place the music notes rise above the laughter the words and any sorrow that lingers is gone Its the spirits served and consumed by the faithful in this darkened place I'm seemingly lifted to yellows and reds instead of the colors of blue whiskey is the fuel music is the spark vivid colors fill me women talk in rhymes to me we sing songs to one another lift each other up and away for the moment that is maybe if all goes well we will find solace in one another arms and beat the colors of blue at least for a day maybe two then my guitar will scream and weep again and again