Under rug swept..
*enters my empty hotel room, plops down on my fluffy bed, picks up the guitar case which was lying around, unbolts them and takes the guitar out and positions it well, strums a few chords for practice, accidently playing the melody to a familiar song, shrugs and continues to play it anyway and sings along*
"Ooh, this could be messy, but you don't seem to mind.. ooh, don't go tellin' everybody, and overlook this sup-pos-ed crime.."
*grins as I strum on the guitar wildly*
"We'll fast forward to a few years later, no one knows except the both of us, and I have honored your requests for silence and you've..."
*stops when I notice I hit a wrong chord, tries to find the right chord and succeeds, giggles and continues*
"..and you've washed your hands clean of this.."
*bites end of tongue lightly, and playfully, as I finish singing and strumming, shrugs and resumes playing random chords*
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