Lyrics

Heart Upon My Fretboard

I’ve always been a man of complex pleasures
Overthinking everything I do
Why can’t I just accept my good fortune
And just believe in luck like lovers do

I’ve always worn my heart upon my fretboard
And you can see the scars all down my neck
Is there one for every love? I can’t remember
But the deepest cut’s the one I can’t forget

I’ve sometimes been a man of easy virtue
a pleasure seeking thrill I can’t resist
To slide between the sheets with perfect strangers
The sex and dopamine is such a fix

And maybe that’s a substitute for something
That I’ve been searching long and hard to find
I wouldn’t say that I’ve been disappointed
But there’s always someone different in my mind


The songs that I remember tell a story
When truth or dare became a way to be
Oh and how my fingers crawled across that desert
In an endless search for perfect harmony

I’ve always worn my heart upon my fretboard
And you can see the scars all down my neck
Is there one for every love? For every love I’ve known….
Well I’ve always worn my heart upon my fretboard

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