I Forgot All My Songs,The Words Now are Wrong,and I Burned My Guitar In a Rage

Less Poetic than that,but this is broken. It just reminded me of that Low song,about giving up on your musical dreams and live a "normal" life,that i guess you could apply and transpose to any dream. Quite a desperate song,though he finds a little hope for some quiet rage still burning ,somewhere in a girl's white velvet breast. Sweet conclusion & Beautiful song.

So I took my guitar
And I threw down some chords
And some words I could sing
Without shame
And I soon had a song
I played it around
For some friends
But they all said the same

They said "Music's for fools
You should go back to school
The future is prisms and maths."
So I did what they said
Now my children are fed
Cause they pay me to do what I'm asked

I forgot all my songs
The words now are wrong
And I burned my guitar in a rage
But the fire came to rest
In your white velvet breast
So somehow I just know that it's safe