what i know is that when you’re standing on a beach,
the ocean looks like it never ends,
but that doesn’t change the fact that it eventually does.
so i know everything ends,
even when you can’t see it coming.
i know that someday soon,
this will all be taken away from me.
right now, you’re the only one who can make my heart pound,
so what’s gonna happen to it once you’re gone?
you’re still the only thing i feel like writing about.
whenever you reach out,
i move towards you,
even if i wasn’t the one you were reaching for in the first place.
you’ve got me feeling trapped and i kinda like it,
i kinda don’t wanna feel free again.
even when i’m hiding from you i’m still moving towards you.
i've spent a lot of time this summer wanting to drown myself in the ocean,
or to dive into it so i can feel small and insignificant,
or just let it take me somewhere new.
but now i’m landlocked again, and i just wanna drown myself in you,
because you’re the closest thing i can find to saltwater.
i want someone to touch me like they're a cigarette
and it's been too long since i’ve been burned,
and i think you're the only one who could do that.
i want you to touch me like you're a knife and i'm looking to see blood.
but you should know that i don’t keep my hand on my pocket knife anymore
when we’re walking alone at night, and i need you to know how huge that is.  
you should also know that i’m afraid of you,
but lately i’ve been acting reckless,
so i’m okay with puting my trust into someone who terrifies me.
i told the world i wanted some trauma and then there you were.
my world will quiet down once you’re not in it anymore,
and i don’t think i’m ready for that.
i know someday you won’t even remember my name,
but i bet i’ll still remember the way you smell.
everything comes to an end, even if you can’t see it from where you’re standing.