Brand New

I want you to lay me down and make love
to me all day and night. You're kind of
deep down inside of me and I like it...

Time-

And I'm standing still.

The rest is all spinning out of control
but my feet are firmly planted and
nothing in the world could move me.

You make me feel brand new.

Like the old me never existed.

And I'm open and I'm pure and...

I'm hopeful.

(I'm lost when I'm not hoping. When faith
escapes me and reality becomes so deafening
and blinding that I can't see....me)

Who I am and who I want to be, they're both
running from the shadows of what used to be.

Just let me be...

Me.

And you'll see that real love runs deep
and my veins are overflowing and overjoyed
at the thought and the excitement of the
perfect compliment to what I could be.

You make me feel brand new.

You're washing over me like the calmest
ocean wave and your breeze across my soul
leaves me feeling so refreshed and so refined.

Refined, like a gentleman.

Which you are...

My hands are rough and calloused from
nights spent bleeding into my guitar.

But, my touch is soft and sincere.

And I'm wondering if you can feel it from here...