If you're listening. Sing it back. String from your tether unwinds. Up and outward (but only) to bind. I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me. Are you listening? Sing it back. So tell me what do I need when the words lose their meaning. I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me. Yeah, stumble until you crawl. Sinking into sweet uncertainty. If you're listening. Are you listening? Sing it back. I'm still running away. I won't play your hide and seek game. I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me. What a dizzy dance. This sweetness will not be concerned with me. No the sweetness will not be concerned with.
