Girls Who Play Guitars

You've been with me
A year to the day
Three-hundred and sixty-five days
Watching me decayWe used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about plans in tiny barsIn the gaps, between words
Are the things that really intrigue me
It's the gasps and the sighs
That say more about what's inside youWe used to climb aboard our high horse every time
We used to talk about boys with missing spinesIt's her life and a life is worth living
(It's her life)
It never struck her to pause for one minute
(It's her life)The path of excess
Just led to boredom
You've lived your life
With your mouth wide openIt's her life and a life is worth living
(It's her life)
It never struck her just to pause for one minute
(It's her life)When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend
Don't you know how much that hurts?
You could pretend and I wouldn't know
I could be who you wanted in the darkShe goes out, she gets drunk
She gets off, she goes home, she gives in
She goes out, she gets drunk
She gets off, she goes home, she gives inIt's her life and a life is worth living
(It's her life)
It never struck her just to pause for one minute
(It's her life)
And a life is worth livingWe used to talk about girls who play guitar
We used to talk about girls who play guitar
We used to talk about girls who play guitar
We used to talk about girls who play guitars