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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! email ericbarrywrites@gmail.com or @ericbarrywrits on insta, @ericbarry on twitter. -- 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