come to meet me where the farm is growing watermelons, where every step i take is getting in the way of slender fingers from the soil, they come up slowly curling. you come to me and say you do not believe in powers beyond earth's gravity. there's no tired hands that'll lead you through the dark of the woods.
come to meet me where the sand meets the waterfront where everything i say is getting in the way of how i really even feel. when i'm slowly sinking you come to me and say that you could believe it. so tie me down once more beneath your weight, i need a trusted friend who can hold me down when i'm floating away.