Take a breath, one last breath as the smell of sea salt drifts in the wind.
Go ahead, lean your head back, spread your arms, arms like makeshift wings, and feel as the wind flirts with your hair and hugs your body.
And smile, smile-true and full, as the sun reaches down and kisses your skin.
Capture this moment.
Inhale this, your sweet remedy.

This is freedom. This is healing. This is being whole.
There is no hate, no judgment. There is no sadness, no fear; nothing to bloom in your mind like a rose with thorns of poisons.
Nothing can ensnare you in your nightmares. Not here.
Ignorance is bliss.

Drive till the road gives way to the ocean waves, pushing and pulling, calling to your soul, begging you to release your demons of depression and screams of woe, begging you to allow your tears to mix with its salty embrace. The ocean waves beg you to release your pitied soul to its strong and willing hands.

Take me back to when I didn't give a ****, to when "he said, she said" didn't matter.
Take me home; take me back to my colorful sunsets and sunrises, to my sweet, sweet remedy.
Sing to me, laugh with me and show me that what we left doesn't exist, that it was all in our sick, ****** up minds.

My happiness, fueled by music, fueled by my desire, was lost in that concrete jungle; consumed by the lonesome green pastures and mazes of rivers.

Don't you want to know what the hot sand between your toes feels like? Don't you die to know what joy and a carefree life is like?
Let's go. Cut our ropes of doubts and fears and run. Just drive.

My happiness was destroyed back there, killed by my own mind, cut to pieces by that dreaded silver blade and blown to nothingness by the bullets that took a life.

So, will you take a risk with me?
Will you help me?
Will you heal alongside me?
Will you run with me?

So, won't you take me home?
Won't you take me to my sweet, intoxicating remedy?