I want you to play me like a guitar
Let your song be heard through me and
play my chords ever so gently,
as if you were brushing your hair
Tune my strings to your liking, for I live for you.
And let these words rain true in song, eternalized,
You and I
Take me on the road in your tattered case
Play me to get by, but don’t worry about my feelings
I’ll be just fine.
Memorize every hickey on my neck, every knick, and every fret.
But don’t fret over me.
Feel the smooth waxed skin I wear, decorated with stickers
to let the whole world know I belong to you,
because the way your hands caress me
tells me that you are mine.
Together we make the perfect song
A blissful and tragic story, that was meant to be
We’ll stay on this road forever, You and I
Cause girl, what we got is something to sing about
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
I want you to play me like a guitar
Let your song be heard through me and
play my chords ever so gently,
as if you were brushing your hair
Tune my strings to your liking, for I live for you.
And let these words rain true in song, eternalized,
You and I
Take me on the road in your tattered case
Play me to get by, but don’t worry about my feelings
I’ll be just fine.
Memorize every hickey on my neck, every knick, and every fret.
But don’t fret over me.
Feel the smooth waxed skin I wear, decorated with stickers
to let the whole world know I belong to you,
because the way your hands caress me
tells me that you are mine.
Together we make the perfect song
A blissful and tragic story, that was meant to be
We’ll stay on this road forever, You and I
Cause girl, what we got is something to sing about
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