guitar scars

Your voice is pretty, like ghosts in the dark. Your song is peaceful, like shadows in the night Your bark is worse than your bite Like the bark on the open eyed trees that brush in the light. But my head is spinning like a merry-go-round Abandoned parks is where it is found I sing with the voice that I birthed from out of my ground But, look at me, I've got ten thousand million guitar scars out for all to see! With the rusty and wicked guitar strings I may be doubted, but I'd be astounded if someone says none of its real Cause I've got ten thousand million more waiting for me! Your lyrics are haunted in just the right way, I hope to be you one day But my lyrics on paper cannot always stay Your voice is gloomy like candles under the moon, Your sounds are always in tune, But the aggressive cracks in my voice are never so swoon But, look at me, (Look at me!!) I've got ten thousand million guitar scars out for all to see! With the rusty and wicked guitar strings I may be doubted, but I'd be astounded if someone says none of its real Cause I've got ten thousand million more waiting for me! And I've got the one way ticket to my own judgement (My own judgement) I see the music in my eyes, wish that I could realize (Music in my eyes) What if it's all wrong? What if I'm not strong? All these scars on my thumbs, from showing you how I think.. Your song is peaceful, like shadows in the night Your bark is worse than your bite Like the bark on the open eyed trees that brush in the light. Your voice is pretty like ghosts, in the dark.