Pressed between the pages,
Of a book you've never read.
But leaving is a dream,
desecrated and lost,
On a cold summer day,
where the flowers fell to nothing.
I want you like an overdose,
A drug induced dilemma.
Throw me through a notion,
Let the wind have our words.
You had me by the heartstings,
But our time was stolen,
swept away by a fading sunrise,
on a tidal wave of thought,
and I'll never get it back,
because I couldn't learn to swim,
nor could I earn your devotion.
So I lost you to the ocean.