"Madness is like gravity! All you need is a little bitty push.."

Turn your light down low, Im speaking to ya quiet to keep my words from sounding cold only to find my temptations on the verge of being lured out the door, so turn your light down low. Go out the front, its time we part for the night but our love is still soft enough to sink your teeth into and BITE but please be assured my love this night will not hurt you while you find some park bench built for the absentminded old and think about tying your hair in pigtail bows when you were still young enough to bundle and tumble in between your mothers bedsheet folds Whispering with cupped and folded little fingers touching your sisters ear and feeling the sense of kin so close and dear in the heavy summer night.. dry grass'll itch you into feeling so whole and awake now that you can talk and likewise hear whats said with a head ready to fill and a fellow heart to hold dear while leaning on the cold white windowsill waiting for the fear to realize you’ve escaped to have another dance with these bygone years.