all the notes are minor.

i just want to listen to acoustic guitar and honest boys singing about falling in love.

"it's the rain," she says, " it always makes me feel like this."

peering out her window, she feels lost, empty and overwhelmed all at the same time.

"if falling in love is so wonderful, why does it make me feel so dead."

the boy walks into the room, acoustic guitar in hand.

"don't worry," he says, " i can make dreams come true with the sound of a single chord."