A piece I wrote about a recent experience. If any musicians out there are interested in setting this to music, I'd love to hear your interpretations!

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Lay me down

With your words

 

Needle me

Till it hurts

 

Out and in

Your hand it knows

 

Start over again

The story goes

 

So paint a picture, however you see fit

Make me your work of art,

Filling in my empty parts

 

Your broad strokes, and interpretations

I’ll open up, I won’t complain

Leave me with your permanent stain

 

And once it’s all over..

We’ll take in what's been done

We’ll bite our lips like some schoolyard kids,

“Hey thanks, I had fun”

And we’ll leave each other, maybe with a hug

But when we part ways, no matter what we say,

We’ll look back in the mirror on what happened that day

And from time to time, we may change our mind,

But we’ll never slip this skin

 

So paint a picture, however you see fit

Use me up, I’ll be fine with it,

Make me your work of art,

Filling in my fucking empty parts

 

Your broad strokes, and interpretations

I’ll open up, I won’t complain

In fact if you had to ask me, I’ll be back again

But here we are, it’s the price I pay, finding safety in familiar pain,

So strap on, strap down, your hands, on me now

And leave me with your permanent stain