Love hums in open E.
The lonliness you make me feel really isn’t a bad thing. Filling myself with it causes me to stamp my feet in excitement when I know i’m gonna spend time with you; it causes me to venture into feelings i’d never want to vault into. Yet, it’s all I want to feel. It causes me to be metaphorically sick with how much I honestly adore you. Fuck clichés, nothing matches this. This lonliness, it ain’t a bad thing.