You say you know it's gonna be better when we're dead. I believe you, cause sometimes, I wanna be dead too. The trees seem greener, and I seem meaner when you're happy, that's because I'm unhappy.. When will I see you again? When will I touch you again? I love my guitar, and she loves me. I love my guitar, and she won't break up with me. I love my guitar, and she loves me. I love my guitar. I sense tenseness, and out of strangeness I will stay if you remember the Alamo. Bless this silence, I haven't heard from you in days. You say you'll call, and I fall into you. When will I see you again? When will I touch you again? I love my guitar, and she loves me. I love my guitar, and she won't break up with me. I love my guitar, and she loves me. I love my guitar.