3/32" from Stop! Thief! by Heaven for Less

Let's be clear: well enough never said
leave her alone
yes it's a she
I'm a boy in a barn
or a house in a room
perched on a stool or a chair
making the subtle improvements
to what isn't there

Hawing and drinking
I'm sawing and plinking
and filing and whiling
and piling old parts on the shelf

can't I be anyone else?
why can't I leave guitars to themselves?

I get so up in it that I can't feel complete
until the nut is cut to the appropriate depth
and the notes don't go sharp with the flex
left in the neck
give me 300 frets, I'll make you 400 wrecks

Filing and marring
I'm drilling and scarring
soldering pots and the jetsam and flotsam
watching the terminals melt

can't I be anyone else?
why can't I leave guitars to themselves?

Is it true we fix things
when we are broken ourselves?
I can believe in that kind of remark
superglue tricks and the wounds
that are dealt
I'll be bending myself to a bench
in the dark

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