Shadows align in stark designs, assuming familiar shapes. Bodies entwined turn undefined. Features merge and erase. You have dark memories to face. They show up sometimes in spaces you thought were safe. Sex you've endured. Techniques you've learned to disassociate. Corners you've worked in blood-stained shirts. Drugs that would blur the pain. You have dark memories in place, and I've brought them out with ignorance and haste. (Triggering) The shadows in your head. (Triggering) The sheltered life I've led. (Triggering) Violence has been carelessly spun into the fabric of the things that you really love. Alternate paths, supporting casts, ways to communicate. Tales from your past in increments. Heroic acts of faith. You have dark memories to face, and I thank you for letting me participate. Chorus. The strength it takes for you to laugh, to teach, to heal, to tell me that these are the things you need. These are the things that are triggering. Chorus. Well, you are a treasure, and your strength will slowly rub these echoes of violence from the things that you really love.