This guitar is empty-sounding
Like your words as you stumble for the truth
The strings are old, and the wood is weary
And I've grown tired of the songs it has for you
Where's compassion that you preach
When you abandon family?
Where's forgiveness when you find
Only fault in all you see?
Oh, I can't love you any better
God knows I've tried
All the chords are so familiar
Like the words that you thought I never heard
Oh, my dear, both these ears
Have been riddled with those messages for twenty-something years
Where's this loyalty you preach
When you can't love outside your comfort?
And the fighter in your heart
Can only run and duck for cover?
I can't love you any better
God knows I've tried
Fire falls from your lips, when you say
"He loves you, but He can't stomach what you did"
But I don't remember reading that this Love comes with a price
Of trying to be perfect in a broken world's eyes
I can't appease you any longer
God knows I've tried
And I don't remember reading that this Love comes with a price
Of trying to be perfect in a broken world's eyes
I can't love you any better
God knows I'm tired
