Woke up in the middle of a loveless night
Carefully clutching what is left of faded memories
Terrified of what it means to know you
That if I do, or if I don't, I'm doomed either way

Consistently twisting the definition
Of what it feels like to be alive
Dropped into a musical daydream
My thoughts diminish, pouring out of my fingertips

I wish the rain would wash my hands away
Or drown me in my fears
My waves, my shark, my demons in the dark
The blue tide is pulling me under

I can't tell what is worse, the bite or the cold
If you would just hold me until the sun dies
Good times always had a heartbeat
If only you remembered...

You somehow managed
To be a chapter in my book
While I was simply
A sentence in yours.