This Is the Last Song (I’ll Ever Write on This Guitar)

[Chorus]
This is the last song
I’ll ever write on this guitar
I sold to a fan on the internet
Can’t afford it anymore
It's a 3.35 from 71
Made by the Martin company
But that could never begin to explain
What it means to me

[Verse 1]
I [?] Baltimore in 2002
I never owned a [?]
[?] played [?] hardest [?]
The hardest [?]
When I played that hope
And it sounds as beautiful
In the hands of Bryan [?]
Should’ve played it more
Instead I left it in the case
Maybe growing in the wind
Was growing in there helpless
But i’ll never know
Cause it’s too late

[Chorus]
This is the last song
I’ll ever write on this guitar
I sold to a fan on the internet
Can’t afford it anymore
It's a 3.35 from 71
Made by the Martin company
But that could never begin to explain
What it means to me

[Verse 2]
I played it on some records
Over the last ten years
It revived it in nice written tract
That I’m sure most people could hear
When I moved to Iowa
The bridge has started to crack
In a cold basement where it was left
And I still feel bad about that
I could’ve used new strings
Or an F sharp over A
Maybe here comes the regular
Was waiting in their [?]
But i’ll never know cause it’s too late

[Chorus]
This is the last song
I’ll ever write on this guitar
I sold to a fan on the internet
Can’t afford it anymore
It's a 3.35 from 71
Made by the Martin company
But that could never begin to explain
What it means to me

[Verse 3]
I hate to see you though
But you’ll be fine I know
I’ll hold on to the times we had
Like I do with cars in the park
Means an everything else
Cause everything else makes me sad

[Chorus]
This is the last song
I’ll ever write on this guitar
I sold to a fan on the internet
Can’t afford it anymore
It's a 3.35 from 71
Made by the Martin company
But that could never begin to explain
What it means to me