Red Guitar

I remember it so clearly.
Thanks for asking.
Let us lay at the gate to the sea.
Where you'd ask me so politely-
"Wait, what do you see inside me?"
Say "nothing in myself that I don't see."
Then in dark rooms we fall to the floor.
The same violent waves knocking on our door.
Door.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
Fall asleep to infomercials.
And on the lawn you're doing cartwheels.
It's all that I love.
Then I cut out on the wire.
But I loved you even while you were filled with fire.
But I convince myself I could not stay.
And the red guitar gets quickly packed away.
Away.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
Why?
Well it was something I couldn't think about.
What changed?
I don't have the time to explain it now.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.
So now I know about you but I don't know about me.