I'm so prepared to hook up,
to hook into you.
Ready to find someplace
to plug in my soul;
I don't need love,
I'm not seeking some new control.
Just a place to open up my head,
and rest the distressed
restlessness of my mind.
Let's play the game of spoons,
and nestle in the darkness of
closed drawers.
You can lay beside me,
but don't ask anymore questions;
simply wrap up with me in this bolt of darkness
and enjoy the time that has been allotted.
Be a friend, who'll play with me
in the light and all night long.
Just promise me that we'll
make up the rules as we go.
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