If you want it, I'll give you an anchor

If you don't, I'll set you to sea

But should you ask me, for those truest of loves

I'd have to set you free

If you want to listen, hear the wind through my willows

If you want to cry then cry at my feet

But if you think I am the pillar which you needed

Believe me dearest, it ain't me

Beyondless

Beyondless

I was going to stay to the backwoods and the boondocks

Be a bullet that ricochets, hit its target then recoils away

Held up for a little while until I procrastinated

Wandered back to the throngs and the streets

Vagrant in the throes of this city

As it rises or descends to its deeps

At times, there is no place too low to enter

Perfectly lost at sea, internally

Beyondless

Altogether

Beyondless