Lover of mine, you can't unlie your lies.
The wires will compromise.
And your tallest tales will send them into winds.
Intertwined, your tangled threads with mine.
But I want my wrists untied.
From the tips of your tallest tales heights.
Oh now, your call was vibrant
and rich and sweet to pull me down.
Oh now, it sings to me in an ocean
storm song to pull me down.
To pull me down.