The Best of Me

twist me up in knots
with your tone
oh yes,
you have the kind of
control

what must it feel like
on that end, with all my
strings wrapped around
all your fingers?

Some fingers got two or
three of the strings
connected to me,
some of your fingers
got two or three strings
a piece
wrapped and wrapped

Ever connecting.

I'm sorry,
again, that the weight
of my sins keeps
weighing you down too,
Just don't let me
pull you back,
but don't let there
be slack in the
lines from me to you

I have a need that
used to be a want
and all my wants
are paling drastically to
the need that is,
the need has been,
the need that will always be,
you.

Every line could end with 'you'
Like every day that unwinds
like every hour that spans
you shape my time
you fold me over and over again
or you leave me hanging
to swing and spin

I don't mind the control.
I don't mind the depth of
night or the crackling phone,
just as long as I know that
you won't let these strings fall.

I don't mind at all that you're
the overpowering need,
Because you're the one who
evokes the best in me