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[nipplehats]

You turn my veins into elastic bands,
Tightly stretched and taut.
You play them like an instrument,
As if you were self taught.
And do I say, you play my veins,
As if you wrote the style?
And do my veins, increase in key,
Every time you’re in denial.
And do I say, the chords you play,
They are a gorgeous melody?
But these chords you play, have gone astray,
And far from the key of me.
So do I ask, you release these veins,
From the tension of your songs?
Release now, the melodies,
Of all our rights and wrongs.
And do I ask, you stop playing my heart,
As if it was a drum?
I know the beat, goes in tune,
With all the notes you strum.
But these songs you play, can’t be heard,
By anyone, but you and me.
But these songs, they do, set my mood,
For everyone around to see.
So I ask you kindly, forgiveness,
For I played your strings, once too.
But soon those songs I played,
Fell out of the key of you.