Tilden

It’s darker than usual tonight
The waves are bigger than usual tonight
We shouldn’t be here at all
The wind rips a button off my dress
There’s salt in my eyes, I know that I’m a mess
I definitely shouldn’t be here!
By the time that I finally get down to my skin
You’re already halfway in
With nothing to cover me up but the water
I, I go under
In the sand, I had drawn a clearly definitive line
But the tide is unsettled, your body breaks over mine
And I should have heeded my previous notion
To stay out of the ocean
And I’m sure I could wring something real out of you
But whatever you tell me, I’ll never belong to you
You head for the hills at the first sound of thunder
I’d, I’d go under