Chey - The B String On My Guitar Is Broken And I Cant Afford To Fix It Because I Am A Musician

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Verse 1 Well Ive Never Been The Biggest Fan Of Change In Fact Ive Always Rather Stayed The Same If Growing Up Is Folding Maps And Trading Songs For Chores, Then Let Me Keep The Corners Bent And Always Search The Shores Verse 2 My Brothers Out And Doin Stuff With Peace And I Will Keep The Light On While Im Playing On The Keys He Says “Don’t Stall Your Life,” I Say “I Learned To Stall The Sky.” I Always Keep A Photograph Of Us With Crooked Smiles Verse 3 There’s A Tire Swing Of Future Swinging Slow On Borrowed Rope, I’d Trade The Suit For Denim And The Contract For The Scope. If Adulthood Is A Suitcase With Receipts You Can’t Unbind, I’ll Sleep Between The Seams And Keep The Moon In Mind. Chorus I Don’t Wanna Change, I Just Wanna Not Forget How The Night Smells Like The River, How The Radio's Regret If Gettin Old Is Cutting Ties, Then I’ll Keep Them All Intact I’ll Wear The Same Dirt In My Shoes Until The World Asks Me To Act BREAK X 3 Verse 4 My Father Tells His Years Through His Guitar But He Hasnt Played In Years Stopped Tellin Me That Ill Go Far My Mama Keeps The Porch Light On At Night Says Itll Help To Guide The Ghosts To Another Life Verse 5 There’s A Dent Inside The Mailbox From Last Summer A Stack Of Half‑Made Plans Beside The Mic - Ro - Wave Your Voicemail Says “It’s Time,” Like A Kindly Weathered Truth, But My Pockets Still Hold Marbles And The Awkwardness Of Youth Chorus I Don’t Wanna Change, I Just Wanna Not Forget How The Night Smells Like The River, How The Radio's Regret If Gettin Old Is Cutting Ties, Then I’ll Keep Them All Intact I’ll Wear The Same Dirt In My Shoes Until The World Asks Me To Act Bridge There’s A Version Of Me In A Tie, Counting Promises Like Grain— He Swears He’s Built Of Steady Things But I Can Hear The Rain. If Growing Up Means Losing All The Places I Belong, Call Me Childish, Call Me Dumb, But You Can Call My Heart A Song. And Maybe When The Sun Starts Rising And The Laughter Starts To Thin Maybe I Will Pack My Map, Maybe I’ll Learn To Begin (Rit) But Until I Learn The Edges Of Who I Am Supposed To Be (Tempi) Let Me Fold The Paper Boats And Let Me Live Beneath The Trees Outro