Teardrop Guitar
BRANDON DAVID WELCHEZ, CHARLES ROWELL
Tell me all about the golden world you built
Take my frigid hand and lead me up the hill
To the city where your palace stands
I really wanna understand
You see
Lately, I've been hiding underneath my tears
Hands that wanna squeeze me 'til I disappear
See they told me that all the pills, they're fun
At least they string us out, my fun, I'm on the run
When life is all turned inside out
All I've got's my teardrop guitar
I wanna see you cry
I wanna see you cry
Was no point to balance on the friends you make
Sections of my tiny share the rest you take
And it rains down and glittered gold all over you
And turned you into more, why just get old?
When life is all turned inside out
All I've got's my teardrop guitar
I wanna see you cry
I wanna see you cry