High Peaks

I want to sit above the clouds and observe this fantasy,

but the waves they climb so high,

they grab the clouds and drag them to the sea.

It's not safe for me to be so removed from reality.

I want to be the ripples in your puddle, baby,

as you melt into my dreams.

I want to be the look in your eye when you see

it's not exactly as it seems.

I need high peaks, fast love, and destructive tendencies.

Sugar coat prolonged goodbyes,

and call it what you want but I know exactly who I'll be.

I'll pull you in and suck you dry, absorb your make-belief.

I want to be the burner under your kettle, baby,

as you scream intensities.

I want to be the numbnbess in your fingers

as you beg for sweet release.