Teardrop Guitar

Tell me all about the golden road you built
Take my frigid hand and lead me up the hill to the city where your palace stands
I really wanna understand your scene

Lately I've been hiding underneath my tears from hands that wanna squeeze me till I disappear
The same hands hold the dollar bills that form the noose that strangles out my fun
I'm on the run

Was I born to balance on the fence you make that sections out my tiny share, the rest you take and it rains down in glitter-gold all over you and turns you into mold while I just get old

When life is all turned inside out all I got is my teardrop guitar

I wanna see you cry