The Anchor

i'm getting lost in your eyes deep like the ocean. and you're the anchor on my leg as i drown in you. i need a word, i need a smile. something to divert my mind away. from this. addition. running through my veins. well, where's all this room you said you'd give me? so I catch up. i'm getting lost in your arms. once leaving me room to breathe; now robbing me of any hope inside, but that's ok. i'd rather die in your arms than alone on my bedroom floor. i need something like you. run away through my veins with your addiction, run away.