Oceans Are Just Liquid Graveyards

There’s a hill that I’m climbing I don’t know where it’s going but I hope it leads to you I don’t think I could take it if the view was anything but you Every battle has an enemy but in this case I think I’m the outlaw and the jury Reconciliation, motivation Things we lost along the way That and the energy to pretend that we’re not drained of everything There’s a hill that I’m climbing I don’t know where it’s going or when its ending but I hope I follow through I don’t think I could handle if the view was anything but you I wish the wind could carry me I wish the wind would leave me with a burning sensation of wanting more That and the dichotomy of self-sustaining vs. lonely I wish the leaves would fall a different color every time Like the view I’m hiking towards, I’m reminded of you everywhere Determination, desperation Things I hope to gain along the way If you’re not on the other side, than none of this matters anyways