Your piano’s far too bright;

It should sound like lonely nights,

As if it’s been played

By a thousand,

Half-cut, broken souls;

Of nicotine fog,

Desperation,

Sorrow and loss;

Each string a heartstring,

Snapped and hastily fixed;

Of shattered teeth and guts

In each harrowed note;

When your piano sounds too bright,

Your love song sounds like lies.

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