I heard you're moving on to California
Hopefully the sunlight will shine a light on your insides
And this guitar has seen too many days
The frets are all worn out, the colors have begun to fade
Honestly these days it seems that we've become one in the same
I don't want apologies
I just need to hear you say you need me at all
You never said you're sorry, but really that's okay
I'll finally be saved when I lay in my grave