I wrote a song on a broken guitar
And I played it for them
They told me it was out of touch
But I thought I had my finger on the pulse
Of the nation’s youth, of a girl like you,
Of a few home truths I thought you already knew
I wrote a song on a broken guitar
In the house with the broken A.C.
And it was pouring out of me
And I know you’re gonna think it’s all about you
Cause you don’t care about [Read more…]