Sing Me To Sleep.

I've been cracking at chords
and twisting my fingers in hopes to find the perfect notes
to keep you wondering where I've been.
All the while,
I keep time with my foot that was never very reliable to begin with.

I'd keep playing,
but I'd get sick of the same song I'd sing
and I'd have to keep at it harder
when I imagine us
in the park by the bridge that I've always wanted you to see
and I could keep at it.

I wish that I could just make up my mind,
and decide if it's better I'd leave
though I know it is,
it's something I'll wonder.