His guitar.

You were six and
you were adorable,
you saw that man
playing his guitar on TV,
in those days you
understood nothing.

You just closed your eyes
in order to feel every note
kissing the very last corner
of your broken soul.

If his guitar was his lover,
it'd be a thousand of
moans arousing your mind,
somebody had to say what it was on.

Then you stripped yourself,
letting the wind be your clothes,
and you bought a big box of candies
smiling a bye-bye you threw them
to the rainy streets and you cut
the cardboard (box) in the shape of a guitar.

Hours, hours you spent jumping on the bed
as if it was the biggest stage ever and
when your mommy cried and
when your dad yelled,
you wanted think they were part of your nasty groupies
claiming for your attention but you kept
your eyes shut and pretended to play the guitar
as if you were taken by the music's god.

The first time you came in a bar,
all the smoke of cigarettes made clouds of fantasies
and all the breath of beers drank your tears,
you said you this rock & roll path is forever,
and you kneeled down as she held your brown curls
and you puked your dreams into the toilet,
knifes against your wrists and
pills with happy faces… Forever.

Live too fast, die too young,
it's a rock star stigma,
but you want to live for the music
and you want to die playing this song,
so sing with me, 'cause I know you know the lyrics by heart
since I was screaming your name to never stop this party.

It was a silly dream, right?
But you believed in a silly dream more than any shit,
that's why we won't stop making love to the music.

His guitar showed you the passion from a single do,
His guitar was your motto to rock this life,
His guitar, please, let's make love to the music
as he used…

You were six and
you were adorable,
you saw that man
playing his guitar on TV,
in those days you
understood nothing.

It was a silly dream, right?
But you believed in a silly dream more than any shit,
that's why we won't stop making love to the music.