Your guitar is breathing

Your guitar is breathing

Quietly creaking 

Noises begging you

To lift it off the floor

Your guitar is breathing

Shaking and seething

With need to be touched

And want to be scorned

Your guitar is breathing

It has no thoughts at all

But it's inhaling and trailing

It's life all over the floor

Your guitar is breathing 

And you can not get away

Your guitar doesn't just sit

It sleeps where it lays

- butters