The Ocean

Come the morning I may be gone
but the sun will be there for you.
And in case you weren’t aware,
I’ve been watching close.
Writing things down only takes you so far.
I spend my time waiting for you,
hoping for the ocean to swallow us whole.
Take my hand to beat the undertow
because I don’t want you coming home.
So follow me close.
I hope you feel the same way,
because your voice seems so shaken up.
No one said this would be easy,
weathering the winds and the waves.
Say what you need. Tell me what I really want to hear.
I’ll spend my time waiting for you,
hoping for the ocean to swallow us whole.
Take my hand to beat the undertow
because I don’t want you coming home.
Follow me close until we go down again.
We’re looking for a way to leave.
So be my lifeboat.
Sink with me or let the waves drag you in.
Drag you into the ocean.
Wait for your time.