My Song

Most people don't understand why I strum my hand against these steel strings Making chords with this calloused hand Playing to find a band Become famous and share my pain with the world Let me tell you why I strum these strings to learn who I am deep inside Oh, I strum these strings to learn what I'm hiding behind I might be moving away I guess this world is calling my name Might be good for me to catch a damn break Life's been weighing on me I'm sorry if you can say the same thing It would be nice to let the weight rest on some 35's Life ain't what I expected it to be But it's nice when I let that 09 do its thing Gas ain't cheap, but Id pay anything To be stress-free for a mile or two Oh, a mile or two I ain't stopping that thing from tearing up that highway No brakes All gas and the shits in the past I strum these strings to learn who I am deep inside I strum these strings to learn what I'm hiding behind