Broken Guitar Quiet Hollers

I wrote a song on a broken guitar
And I played it for them
They told me it was out of touch

But I thought I had my finger on the pulse
Of the nation's youth, of a girl like you
Of a few home truths I thought you already knew

I wrote a song on a broken guitar
In the house with the broken A/C
And it was pouring out of me
And I know you're gonna think it's all about you
Cause you don't care about the truth
I know you only ever wanna feel good

As the party dwindled, I heard Broken Social Scene
On a hi-fi stereo

She slipped from my hands and fell to the floor
Couldn't stand for me to touch her anymore
My baby broke her back trying to get away
A broken record tried to play

It was an RCA, I had a lot to say
But I couldn't get it out
So I was dry-heaving
I was barely breathing
In the wet death of a summer day