A few strums on a guitar, a few missing chords,
a few nights under the stars, a few broken words.
But suddenly everything's alright 'cause we're taking pictures in brake lights and I've forgotten all our little fights since you've forgotten that our future was bright.
A few sad strums on a guitar, a few out of tune chords,
a new boy with a new car, a new happy to look toward.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt