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Let Me In

Tell me stories from when you were a kid.

And tell me how’d you live if you didn’t have to pay rent.

Tell me about the injustices you see.

And tell me where you turn to for creativity.

Tell me what it was that hurt you so deeply.

And tell me who you’d like to be.

Show me your vices,

don’t ever hide them.

Show me cracks in your soul.

And how you’ve grown.

Tell me what you think about reality.

And tell me what you think your dreams mean.

Tell me you hate me.

And tell me you love me.

Tell me you don’t care at all.

Tell me about the free fall.

And show me how you think.

Show me how to hold you

when you feel lost.

Tell me what you pray about, or if you pray at all. 

And tell me what you hope for.

Show me your soul

and I’ll take good care of it.

I’ll listen

and I’ll learn,

and when it’s my turn

I’ll honestly tell you 

everything about me. 

As we lay together,

without our clothes,

our souls exposed,

we can drop the mask;

we don’t have to act;

we can just be.

You and me,

we can get naked in every way,

and stay in bed

until your alarm goes off.

And then show me 

how you use 

your body

to express 

your affections for me.

And make it 

last 

forever.

Ride me 

for eternity.

Reach out

for 

nirvana

with me.

Over 

and 

over again.

Let me inside of you.

Over 

and 

over again.

Let me in.

You and me,

we can get naked in every way,

and stay in bed,

giving each other head,

until your alarm goes off, over and over again,

and then show me 

how you use your body

to express how you feel.

And make it 

last forever.

Ride me 

for eternity. 

Reach out

towards nirvana 

and bathe in it with me 

as

we 

reach 

it 

together.





CH 2/3/26

 
 
 

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