I don't hope something from anyone anymore
I don't wait for something from anyone
I have a guitar on my hand
It will understand me if it understands
It never complains, it never gets bored
It never gets tired of my sorrows
I gave up by degrees
I gave up by degrees
Of being me and being tired
I out of my mind again
On my 26th age
On my dry tear
I have a book on my hand
It will understand me if it understands
It never complains, it never gets bored
It never gets tired of my sorrows
I gave up by degrees
I gave up by degrees
Of being me and being tired
Of being me and being tired