I tower over the mahogany
frame, left arm draped
across a cool shoulder, thumb cocked to pound out
trigger notes, Head bowed, I strum with an open hand too numb to feel the difference, Sometimes, I wish my woman was wood.

Top tags  indie, rock, alternative, pop, soul

Top genre tags  indie & rock, r%26b & chill

Member since  Dec 2011

Playlists by moklatch