On my end 

 

My guitar used to sing to me

I’d  pick her up and she’d play me

that feeling

we could make people dance 

we could make some toes tap 

she used to be by my side 

things have changed 

only on my end 

now we never dance 

I’m sure she hates when I finger her

It’s not the same 

that part of me is sleeping 

now she just stares 

empty

shame on the wall

hollow with hope 

flawed yet majestic

I miss our dancing 

forgive me 

I’m washed up in pills and self loathing 

actually

we played each other 

a team in the bright lights 

on the frontline

I have to do my part 

now just isn’t the time for singing 

or dancing