You keep harping on while I'm your strings To bend, contort, hold down and everything When I'm no longer of use to you You'll pack me in for someone new You keep harping on, while I get played Though pointless we maintain this masquerade My replacements waiting in the wings But you're my harp and I'm your strings I want you to play me Like you did before Why don't you play me? Play me like you used to do before You seem to want to bend me 'til I break I'm dragged behind you, trailing in your wake Though old and battered, worn and bruised I'll still play my song for you If you'd just play me Like you did before Why don't you play me? Play me like you used to do before Why don't you play me Like you did before? If you'd just play me Play me like you used to do before