Rain on Fridays - Baby's Guitar Lyrics

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 f*ck is privacy, anyways?
Just f*cking 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