I will weave my strings
throughout your body
They will come in and out
across your broken chest,
down your wrists
and into your finger tips.

I will pull my strings lightly
to the surface of your skin,
wrap them around you,
and breath you in.

I will run these strings
from the top of your introverted head,
attach them to mine,
to extrovert you instead.

For to be attached
is to be mindful
and to be mindful is to be awake,
and being awake...
is freedom.

Detach to reattach,
my strings are here
to help guide you
But if you feel it to be so,
You feel it to be too close, cut them loose and let me go.

Into the woods we go, dancing with lights between the trees, chasing faint memories like the setting sun, with such a gleaming glow. Silently wishing, wanting more, a blanket of darkness whisks ashore. A heavy grey cloud drowning our sorrows, and deeper into the woods we go.

  Allocating a place to lie down and rest our broken bones, reality settles in, you are here... So exploration into the unknown is the only way to grow. Grounded by your damp feet, all your layers become trees, and all your rooting limbs can lie down and sleep, deep in the woods with me.

And here I bring myself to my knees
Begging at the hands..
Please, please?
Is it that I find myself too wrapped up
In the endless cycle of desire?
The colors form around me,
I want them badly
But they are out of reach.
I shall not receive
But I shall not retreat.
I am on my knees
Begging, please.

Take me to your outer head space,
Full of dark ominous tones,
Ringing in my ears,
So beautiful.

You got me cryin,
Listenin to your badass playlist,
I hear you dyin.
Mmmm, I'm so impressed,
Your darkness got me feelin at rest,
Cause it’s not just me anymore,
I got the sound of you.
Jamin’ out,
Listenin to songs when we got the blues.
Comforting.
You’re my badass playlist.

You're cool like a vintage
vinyl record,
You’re so dope,
Such a bad *** playlist
Down to your center.

So beautiful in the summer
With your hair glissening
And eyes full of wonder.
And Im dreamin' of you
On the way to the moon,
With my eyes closed,
Listening to you,
“MMM...”

Such a bad *** playlist.

Picking at old wounds,
Open them up and make them new.
Only in the sense of relevance

Darkness caresses me like a silk sheet,
I've got so carried away,
Forgot how to feel complete.
Can you help me?

Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

Undress my mind,
Does it feel right?
So use to speaking like wine,
Bitter and dry.
Words so sharp,
So careless,
They could cut our throats on the grapevines.

Ouch.