The polygraph is broken

So they sent me in

We sit at the table

I hold your wrists softly

Feeling for rhythm

And look into your eyes

My heart starts to race

I ask you a question

You say you're a rock star

You're lying – your heart starts to race

I tighten my grip

Firm but caressing

You look into my eyes

I miss if you flinch

You say "I love you"

And our hearts start to race.