[Verse 1] Found your pick in the ashtray Set list crumpled on the floor Dust on the old black hardcase Your coffee ring by the door
[Chorus] Guitar strings Still remember how you held them How you bent them till they cried Every chord Still hanging in the curtains Like you never said goodbye Guitar strings Saying what I never could Every time they bite my fingers I get you I get you back for a minute
[Verse 2] Neck worn smooth where your thumb lived Tiny chip on the sunburst edge Your name carved small in the back plate Half a song stuck in my head
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Warm indie-folk band feel: fingerpicked acoustic front and center, light brushy drums, soft bass. Verses intimate and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a subtle organ pad. Male vocals, gentle swing, tambourine lifting the final hook.