One and the same
Chest to chest,
love making, not just casual sex;
the rhythm of life and the soul of music.
No way to abuse it,
only when the spirit has left.
No ears to hear love when the heart is deaf.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but in the stead
of romance, both the sound and touch blend
together. One and the same trend.
One and the same heartache when
it doesn't go right, same hurt by rejection.
Same alcoholic intervention.
Stank face with drinks to chase,
dreams I meant.
Woman or keyboard, the worth is what you put into it.
Not the money spent.
Sure as hell not a one night event,
otherwise you're committing a cardinal offense.
Carve a name into the wood of a tree or a guitar
That shit had better mean something.
Carve her heart in twain then blame the strings,
it's the same effect on a person or an instrument.
Be bored with both of "hers,"
lazy with care, swerve
into the easy lane, and don't learn
from your mistakes; it'll end with both of you burned.
Another to be played, taken their place in turn.
No passion but only that pathetic way to yearn.
"I could never play like that/never find a woman, that's facts."