Untie Me

The story

Some of us can hold a demon by the throat, then drop our hands the moment someone says come close. This song is about that knot, the one we tie around ourselves and call it safety. Pull until it gives. The softest thing you will ever hold was never hard to get. Come home.

Lyrics

The war is done.
Put down the blade.
Stop running from
the mess we've made.
You held the dark.
You walked the flame.
But skin on skin
still makes you ashamed.
You'd hold a shadow by the throat,
you'd choke a demon, wear the coat.
But when I say come close, come near,
you drop your hands
like want is fear.

(building, voice gaining edge)
You gave the midnight all your trust.
You let the costume carry lust.
But when it's me, and I say please,
you shake like wanting is disease.

(full voice, commanding and tender at once)
Take me.
Bind me till I'm yours.
Tighten what was always soft
behind your locked doors.
Feel it swell beneath the rope,
feel what you've denied.
Then untie me.
Untie me.
And feel the other side.

(intimate, instructional, almost guiding his hands)
Here. These hands.
They built a fire.
Now let them learn
a different kind of wire.
Pull it close.
Yes, make it hard.
Every inch you take
dissolves a guard.
This is where your child was held.
This is where your hunger swelled.
The mouth that nursed, the mouth that kissed.
Same skin. Same warmth. Same holy fist.

(riding, she's in control, voice full)
Take me.
Come inside the one who stayed.
Press your lips where life was made.
Let it go so you can let it go.
Make me real.
Make me heal.
Bind the wound. Then feel it close.

(the explosion, emotional peak, raw)
Remember the storm?
I tried to show you then.
The thunder and the salt,
the place where we begin.
I am not your secret.
I am not your sin.
I'm the knot you tied around yourself
that tightened from within.
So pull.
Pull until it breaks.
Pull until the softness
is the only thing that stays.

Now release.
Not because I need it.
Because you do.
Your hands against my skin.
My breath against your neck.
The softest thing you've ever held
was never hard to get.
Come home.
We have a job to do.