Your Old Guitar

I sold your old guitar
The one you gave me on my birthday
The year before you left

I bet you get sentimental
Picturing how I'll pass it down someday to my own kid
Do you think its vintage strings will fix the things you never did?

For years your old guitar laid against my wall unplayed
As I waited for amends you haven't made

I remember how you used to
Take it with you in a fit of rage and drive away
Gone drinking with your friends
I lost count of the times you walked out on us
But you could never bear to leave your old guitar

I considered smashing it into a thousand pieces
As though the shattered wood would give me peace of mind
But I'm so tired of destruction at the hands of my own kind

I couldn't keep inheriting your hard case of regret
I couldn't keep resenting every unforgiven fret
So I've accepted your apology I'm never gonna get
And I sold your old guitar

I hope it's somewhere in the backseat of a car
Riding far away
Far away
From me