on sunday, i gave away my guitar
and i didn't expect it to be so hard
didn't expect it to crumble my heart
to know i will never feel those strings again
close my eyes and move my hands
never tune the thing until 2 AM
nathan, please take good care of it
because i love that guitar, but i'm scared to admit
scared that you'll ask again why i quit
scared that you won't keep your promise
i've begun the process of giving away my things, and my guitar left an ugly hole in my chest that i'm afraid cannot be filled. i poured my soul into it for two years and now it's gone for good.