There's grass that grows greener than the stuff on the other side

because the fence blocks what little I can see,

what I can want,

without actually being tempted to cross to the other side.

And while I stand here,

completely unafraid of temptation,

you stand there,

making me want to see more.

Would I feel like I'm treading water in an open sea,

to try and get to the place that I want to be,

which is there-

with you,

while I'm stuck on the other shore,

with the consequences of waiting here bore deep down in my heart.