you know i'm a little scared of anchors; my wrists are not for oceans to chain to the very bottom of seabeds and waiting graves oh god please you know i can't stay you make the tide in my veins fall back into old sadness and lonely drowning lungs i can't breathe i want to run to shore and farther still you don't care and i'll fade away into mist don't you see i can't love you like rain when i am hurricane