We wait along the shoreline,
my shadow's creeping up.
Three words are what we're here for
but sometimes they're not enough.
“Hold on until it breaks you”,
no one does it quite like me.
With one shift of the moon,
we are washing out to sea.
I'll drown in these harsh waters
before I’d let go of your hand.
Because you would bury yourself alive
and leave your outline in the sand.
Adding to the wasteland of the bodies,
before you could ever know,
what you threw it all away for,
and corpses never grow.
And I can never change it,
those things we can’t erase.
You say, "You were so close to perfect."
I can see it in your face.
But you can’t see it in my eyes,
lined with crimson, dripping red.
How you cut me just like they did,
and kicked me as I bled.
Now beneath this wave comes crashing,
is the worst part of me.
I made the blade before you used it,
now we'll die in this red sea.