Gimme Back My Guitars

Well she changed the locks on me again

'Cause when I went out with my friends

I guess it's a sin

Sometimes you can't win

So this is how it all ends

You can keep my stuff

You can sell my car

Just give me back my guitars

I know you're pissed at me

You tell me I'm trash

And I need to leave

I know we'll never agree

On any basic reality

Well if you don't want me in your life anymore

That's okay 'cause I'm tired and I'm getting pretty bored

And I don't really care about anything you said

Because you're holding my guitars hostage

I don't even know where to begin

We fight over literally everything

You wait for me to make a mistake

And then you throw me out of your place

I mighta been a little late answering my phone

And I mighta got a little bit drunk and a little bit stoned

But I told you where I was and I told you who I was with

And you still flipped out, you're holding my shit

Baby this is the last time that we'll ever have this fight

Baby this is the final strike