My guitar is a box of air
An empty space where sounds can swirl
And on the days that I'm laid bare
The inner world is the outer world
A low, strong branch upon a tree
Makes a perfect place to sit
The carved initials you can see
Was this a place where lovers kissed?
What time can't change
Would never fit on the page
"I like your vibe. What's your sign?"
The stars can't say
But we still read em anyway
Witnessing my thoughts as they arise