Reconciliation

I am hoping to get lost in your world tonight.

Each genre influencing a build up of spectacular sensation

I want to release your mind from its prison

Allow me to show you what vacation feels like without the fees and arrangements.

You remind me of paint brush strokes, the way you slide your fingers up and down my throat.

I love how your grip tightens when you get excited

How you whisper sweet nothings knowing just how blinded you are by this love. 

Let's get our second wind in hopes that it'll rock this sail boat

And maybe with just enough force, we can end up on the west coast

Where palm trees and sunny breezes help you to forget of all mental ailments and diseases.