People say I'm seeking out the danger by going back to you.
Over and over again but your personality is a current,
I'll never be able to break free from it.
It's fast and it captures your soul.
They say that one day you won't let me go,
but they don't see your heart,
mysterious and dark
just like the ocean I play in as a child.
All they see is your anger,
which makes the sea's wrath pale in comparison
they don't see you give me your salty kisses.
They'll never be able to swim
in your sea of thoughts like I can.
They say I'm not a strong enough swimmer.
They see me struggling in the waves.
Somedays your waves don't crash on me
but I've realized now that it was
only the calm before the before the storm.
When you rage you take everything in your path
drench everything and leave it empty
and the feeling's so sublime.
One day I'll drown because you'll take me down.
