simple proof

I have a mandolin. I play it all night long. It makes me want to kill myself. I also have a dobro made in some mountain range-sounds like a mountain range in love. But when I turn up the tone on my electric guitar, I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me. I went out to the forest and caught 100,000 fireflies. As they ricochet round the room they remind me of your starry eyes. Someone else's might not have made me so sad, but this is the worst night I ever had, because I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me. You won't be happy with me, but give me one more chance-you won't be happy anyway. Why do we still live here in this repulsive town? All our friends are in New York. Why do we keep shrieking when we mean soft things? We should be whispering all the time.