| You say you know it’s gonna be better when we’re dead. |
| I believe you, cause sometimes, I wanna be dead too. |
| The trees seem greener, and I seem meaner when you’re happy, |
| That’s because I’m unhappy. |
| When will I see you again? |
| When will I touch you again? |
| I love my guitar, and she loves me. |
| I love my guitar, and she won’t break up with me. |
| I love my guitar, and she loves me. |
| I love my guitar. |
| I sense tenseness, and out of strangeness |
| I will stay if you remember the Alamo. |
| Bless this silence, I haven’t heard from you in days. |
| You say you’ll call, and I fall into you. |
| When will I see you again? |
| When will I touch you again? |
| I love my guitar, and she loves me. |
| I love my guitar, and she won’t break up with me. |
| I love my guitar, and she loves me. |
| I love my guitar. |
| When will I see you again? |
| When will I touch you again? |
| I love my guitar, and she loves me. |
| I love my guitar, cause she won’t break up. |
| I love my guitar, and she loves me. |
| I love my guitar! |
| My guitar. |