J45

You left your J-45 in his room
Told him that you’ll need it back soon
And those six strings they rang in the tomb
Buried deep beneath the sad song you’ll be writing soon

You left your J-45 in his room
That damn guitar you can’t afford is long gone
When last semester don’t get paid for your screwed
You thought he loved you
He says he tried to
But he didn’t feel a thing
Makes you wonder what the next day brings
Yeah

And she said
“I’ll get lost ‘cause I’ll never be happy here”
(With your widow’s peak and your widowed heart)
Get lost or you’ll never be happy
With marks up and down the fucked up parts

You left you J-45 in his room
On the off chance he’d forget about you
You blew it all the rent is way overdue
He said he loved you
But now it’s fuck you
And don’t ever call again
Don’t even try to be his friend
Never call again

And he said
“I didn’t even know you were still in town”
“I really can’t come to the phone right now”
“And that damn guitar? yeah I played it out”
“I marked it up and down”

“I’ll get lost ‘cause I’ll never be happy here”
(With your widow’s peak and your widowed heart)
Get lost or you’ll never be happy
With marks up and down the fucked up
“I’ll get lost ‘cause I’ll never be happy here”
(With your jet black hair and your jet black heart)
Get lost or you’ll never be happy
With marks up and down the fucked up parts

With marks up and down the fucked up parts
You should have known it from the start