Spruce-top Mistress / plastic love

Got blisters from the strings
and my hands are throbbing
Got a smile on my face
but my insides are sobbing
Got myself a new flat top
and I took some lessons
Now I'm searching for tabs
to feed my new obsession

Started off as as a hobby
but now it's a need
Sometimes I can't stop
'til my fingertips bleed
When I lay myself down
chords progress through my head
As I visualise patterns
and the verse of the dead

The songs blur together
along with the lines
Words beg to be spoken
a couple more times
At the end of the day
I roll up a spliff
I kill a few beers
and play a few riffs

I play for a few hours
before I can sleep
Through hours of twilight
my guitar gently weeps
My six string is my mistress
I heed the pen's call
I don't need friends or lovers
I don't need love at all
Written by LordCreepy (Colten_Sorrells)
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