Lyrics

My guitar and me (F. Carlson)
I wanted my guitar
To sound like on my favourite records
I wanted it to look like
In a rockstar magazine
I wanted all the girls
To be impressed by my singing
But every song I write
Just drives them further away from me

No matter what I try
It still sounds like it was found
In a garbage can outside
On the streets of some old town
And the words I choose to sing
They don't matter anything
Cos there's noone listening
I bet not even you do

I wanted all my songs
To be a part of public radio
I wanted you to think
I'm writing songs about my life
Instead I'm sitting by myself
Playing guitar on the patio
With melodies a child could write
And lyrics full of lies

No matter what I say
There's no place for me on stage
Waving my hands to the crowd
They scream back at me out loud
But I still don't hear the screams
Even how stupid it seems
We all ought to have a dream
I bet that even you do