I wish I
could change how I’m feeling inside but it’s permanently there
And I
wanna thank you for all the good times when we shared and cared
And I
let a tear slide down my face and I let go of the regrets and mistakes
My old
blue guitar sits snug on my leg as I jam out to your old favorite song
For a
moment you’re here with me once again but I realize it’s just an illusion of my
heart
Because
if you were here and watching me with my old guitar sitting snug on my legYou would surely have cried at the sight
I remember all the feelings remember all the times that you made me smile
I remember feeling warm and fuzzy and good inside after your lips left mine
I just pray in my heart that you are still that same old guy
Who stuck flowers in my hair and made me dance in the rain
My old
blue guitar sits snug on my leg as I jam out to your old favorite song
For a
moment you’re here with me once again but I realize it’s just an illusion of my
heart
Because
if you were here and watching me with my old guitar sitting snug on my leg
You
would surely have cried at the sight
I think
to that day a long time ago, the day when my whole world ended
I got
the call on my phone while I was painting my toenails pink - Your favorite pink
I heard
the words of your mom and I didn’t believe her
She said
there was nothing to do but come say goodbye
And I
cried
Oh I
cried
I cried
and I cried and I cried for many long nights
And your
old blue guitar sits snug on my leg as I jam out to your old favorite song
For a
moment you’re here with me once again but I realize it’s only an illusion of my
heart
And if
you were here and watching me with your old blue guitar sitting snug on my leg
You
would surely have cried at the sight
Oh you
would surely have cried at the sight
My old
blue guitar sits snug on my leg as I jam out to your old favorite song
For a
moment you’re here with me once again but I realize it’s just an illusion of my
heart
Because
if you were here and watching me with my old guitar sitting snug on my leg
You
would surely have cried at the sight