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
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