We got bored so we played with knives.
Because we knew when the tide turned and came in we’d have to run for our lives.
We sharpened our little blades on the nearest stones.
Til we drew blood from them, and then we sat, and waited to run back home.

We drew rivers with our tips.
We touched fingers, formed an ocean shaped like love, then touched each others lips.
Soft kisses, soft nicks at the skin, your skin and bones
If I can breathe you in tonight, then I won’t spend the summer alone.

If I can be with you tonight
You will be with me no matter where you go.

If the tide catches us and we’re drowning
I know hand in hand our bodies could float.

The knives are out to fight the tide that's coming in.
We don't have a hope.

I don't like the end to this one, I might change it later. Take away the last six lines and replace them, possibly in a different format. They don't quite fit in with what I'm getting at, and if I leave it as it is, it'll bug me.