I wish I could say
What plague is beneath the flesh of my heart
I have no voice for I fear what you fear
A guitar pick lies on your table
You pick up when you need it
And play your tunes that radiate through the room
That pick will always be there
Till its replaced some day
I wish I were Your Guitar Pick
I wanna strum the Chords
...


The Chords of your Heart
But we are so far apart
And I don’t wanna be replaced
Or else my heart will no longer be in place
Time clicks away like a pistol to the head
And a few days Will pass
And a few years Will pass
Just like I said
The Guitar pick will still be on the table
And your tunes will still radiate
And I Will Still Know that
The Future is Unstable
I wish I could Say