Ocean’s Jaws

In cold winter air, I tread to the beach Looking for things that I think I need A shell of some kind, washed up jellyfish To the creaky shack, looking for things I missed I crack open the door and the warmth hits my cheeks Look back to the ocean, hoping it might speak And tell me to stop, to not go underneath But I never listen, I rinse and repeat Whatever you’re cooking, it smells like a home I reach out to call, and you pick up the phone We fall back in bed to the sound of the tone I open up, you let out a sweet moan Write me your sweet words, sing me your songs Tell me where to go and where to belong I let the tide take me while I’m grasping at straws I let the shark eat me, I swim right to its jaws Bite marks and scratches, on what I depend A cold dish that doesn’t taste sweet like revenge Washed up to the shore with nothing to defend I beg for you, darling, to hurt me again