Guitar Strings

I thought I saw your photograph moving in the frame
I thought I heard your diary whispering my name
A hint of your perfume but it just wasn't quite the same
Your number's still connected but I'd have to be insane

I tried on your graduation dress, made with love by mom
Fit tight so I was happy when the zipper came undone
You'd hate to see me wear it, temper like a loaded gun
You never even saw the fabric shining in the sun

I feel you
In the little things, guitar strings
And white shoes
That get dirtier each day
I knew
All the little things, guitar strings
Out of tune
Were your favourite ones to play
I wish I wish that all these thoughts wouldn't occupy my brain
I wish I wish I could forget but my wishin' is in vain

I thought I saw you waiting for the bus out in the rain
It couldn't have been you, your hair was never quite that tame
Plus, you'd never be caught dead doing something so mundane
What I never understood you never bothered to explain

I feel you
In the little things, guitar strings
And white shoes
That get dirtier each day
I knew
All the little things, guitar strings
Out of tune
Were your favourite ones to play
I wish I wish that all these thoughts wouldn't occupy my brain
I wish I wish I could forget but my wishin' is in vain