Your guitar parts inspired this
Last year, I sold my soul to the devil.
While I wasn’t looking he stole my heart
and ran away with it to San Diego.
He flew across the world to Germany,
but along the way I think he must’ve dropped it and
let it land somewhere in Texas
where you picked it up.
I lived for so long without a heartbeat
it was easy for me to let your music fill me up
with rhythm once again.
I forgot what it was like to have a constant reminder to breathe.
You gave me back my heart,
beating but blue.
I took it back with so much shame
my embarrassment blinded me from seeing it
was already in good hands.
You keep asking for it back,
promising an equal trade:
mine for yours and yours for mine.
I wonder what it would be like to listen to your music all day.
Beat after beat, you would be
the blood that danced through my veins.
But blue and bruised hurts a lot
and takes time to heal.
I don’t want my heart anywhere out of site.
Mine mine mine.
I wish I could be all yours
but the devil still has my soul.
I’m beginning to think he made a copy of my heart.
One for him and
one for you.
None for me,
Though I have one now
since you so nicely lent it back.
I wish I only had one heart again
for just me.
Next time I’ll be more cautious and
remember to never let anyone near my heart and soul.
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