you can strum that melody
all day long
no sound is comin out any more
my strings are all rusty and
my bridge is cracked
my body is hollow but
wont no echo no more

cuz i got left in the rain
for too many days
i got left the ground
with the worms and the dust
dont bother learning
the chords or the rhythms
cuz my necks lost the strength
to hold up my form

i didnt ask for a case
i didnt ask for polish
i just asked for the purity
the depth of trust
i dont want any more
of your lies or excuses
i dont want no more
of your stories of dust

you cant hold me no more
i wont believe you
cuz your arms are the cause
of this broken guitar