Verse 1 Painted hearts on wooden frames, Every scratch recalls our names, Stickered strings with colors loud, Every chord pulls in the crowd. Pre Choirs hum through dusty bars, Songs alive in stickered scars. Chorus Stickered guitars, shining bright, Played too long through endless nights, Every mark a story told, Stickered guitars never grow old. Verse 2 Golden tape and buzzing amps, Folk strums glowing like camp lamps, Every chorus breaks the dark, Every reverb leaves a mark. Bridge Sing it raw, let’s never hide, Freedom drawn on every side. Final Chorus Stickered guitars, shining bright, Play them loud ‘til morning light, Every scar a song we own, Stickered guitars, forever home.
