Ceiling

Can you be my ceiling?
The shape that holds me back.
Cuz lately I've been feeling
There's nothing to keep my thoughts intact.

And can you be that fire?
That burns through all the years
Safe from that desire.
That pulls on curious fear
That we're missing out on -

Someone new to taste and see
To ride the high of novelty. 
Patient on a promise ring
Fingers crossed the years will keep. 

A hand out on the ocean
That counts the lovers lost.
To frail but good intention 
Of apathetic cost 

Can you be that slow burn?
Kids out on the beach. 
Of idle days in summer. 
Forever seen in me.