Sheet Music to My Acoustic Nightmare
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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sheet music to my acoustic nightmare. We were in turmoil, obsessed, possessed. There was beer and there were darts and I spent hours in the bathroom stall crying next to where someone had carved your name into the wood. I started smoking Then then next to the statue of the giant towed behind the bar The buyer where we first met where you told me you were Romanian where you put your ring on my finger The ring I still wear Where you asked me if I wanted to be a pirate if I wanted to be a tipsy. And I remember thinking that this me was the real me not the version who used to bow and break in bend and say yes, but that this experience this freedom to be high and excited to be loosened Reckless toe Let a man take off my stockings and cover me and wine still an angel Kiss my islands to have a person walk with me in the darkness Play music to my acoustic nightmare. And yes, there were bruises and blood, broken bones and shattered glass. I hated everything that we were everything that we did to each other. But even still, the nights spent waking up in trees and standing on rooftops and winter, the breaking into marble factories dressed like Janis Joplin, the dreadlock she let me put into your hair. Those are the moments I remember now. Softness, the gentleness, the times when you would candles in the room when you told me sex wasn't something you needed to fall in love when you fell to the ground and picked me to stay when I picked you up on the side of the road, guitar in hand, panic in your pocket. Those moments remind me that you held me when I cried that you forgave me when I ran away, that when I tried to hide and disappear that you came after me. That New Year's night that you fought for me during graduation trusted me with your fears for our future. And now I'll never hear your voice again. Never laugh with you and the flowers, or drive into the mountains to listen to your stories under blankets of cigarette smoke and dead leaves. So I cry a lot to the memory of your face, and maybe we both need this pain to be each other's biggest regret Because I know that those months spent with you made me strong Made me soft Made me believe in love and hate and angels and demons And I'm sorry and I forgive you But I broke and I came back and wanted dead or alive My bonfire hurt still sings your sheet music every day in this nightmare we built trying to chase the horizon in each other's arms Because all of this is for you every word, every song, every pillage, every curse you'll forever be the dead man walking inside my head