Baby's Guitar

The blood has stained on the collar of your t-shirt
I made a bracelet out of your veins
Using your head as a hammer to put the nail back in
Now there's a big hole in your brain

And when it dripped down the back of your throat
I never left you alone
Is there anything out there that's better than this terrible fool, roleplay bullshit?
A couple of beers, and some lousy duvets
140 missed calls for me

I thought you died in the backyard last night
I thought you died in the backyard last night
Right next to the beer cans that sink in the mud
And Baby's guitar
Baby's guitar

I thought you died in the backyard last night
I thought you died in the backyard last night
Right next to the beer cans that sink in the mud
And Baby's guitar
Baby's guitar

I know that things will get better than this
I know that things will get better than this

Hey, I don't care if you don't like me
I know you talk a lot about me
Well if I'm just so damn interesting
What the fuck is privacy, anyways?
Just fucking respect whos on your right and your left
No, you weren't there, so we can't talk about it

I thought you died in the backyard last night
I thought you died in the backyard last night
Right next to the beer cans that sink in the mud
And Baby's guitar
Baby's guitar

I thought you died in the backyard last night
I thought you died in the backyard last night
Right next to the beer cans that sink in the mud
And Baby's guitar
Baby's guitar

I know that things will get better than this
I know that things will get better than this

I thought you died in the
Backyard last night
I thought you died in the
Backyard last night



Credits
Writer(s): Madison Coe
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