kill me with soft kisses
i'd rather die by your love
than by my own hand
your touch burns a reminder
with every graze of your fingertips
keep me on the shelf of your heart
in the shelter of your arms
that way i know i'll be safe
with you drawing shapes
on the small of my back
if i died tonight
i'd know
i died being loved
play me like a piano
i'll sing from your touch
only a musician can play me right
others may fumble
but you know the chords
so play me alone
i will sing your melodies
i'am your piano
all left alone
you don't play me as often
but today you did
i sang for you
then you smiled
for i will always be your piano
and you my musician
you stole my words
and i stole your heart
i don't plan on returning it either.
i'll be your piano
until i'm old and broken
i will continue singing