Whistle

The morning fog is thick like a lighting forest
somewhere south of where my head rests at night
but my heart rests perfectly in your presence
and when you're gone I know it's classic but it bites

I don't want freedom- I want trapped in you
I don't want everything- what I need is just us two

sometimes I blow this whistle like I'm callin a time out
on my heartbeat- I just can't take it
or maybe I just realized I crossed the line again
sometimes I sit in silence not movin
and then blame the weather
for the chill I'm feeling
but I'm not going anywhere