Begging to Borrow

Isn’t it something when we’ve got nothing left
To say
A head full of questions and a heart of
Suggestions beating away
Out of the island, caught in a storm and lost in
The sea
Out of endurace, like building a forest to hang
From a tree
I set my sights too high for climbing…
Isn’t it crazy that you called me baby so long
Ago
Loving you madly, well I guess we weren’t
Happy after all
Chasing devotion and basing emotions off of
Tomorrow
Seeing the ending, are we just pretending?
Or begging to borrow?
I set my sighs too high for climbing
I found a place where you fit right in
It’s the back of my mind
And the tip of my tongue
The back of my mind
Because I’m looking for someone who believes