You have set your anchor somewhere in the ocean. And I’m real good at swimming, but you didn’t leave a map of where you’d be. Once upon a time, before there was “you and I,” we made a pact to save one another. So I’ll set out blindly, but if I can’t find you, will you find me? Before I’m swallowed whole and “we” becomes “no more.” Oh Em, are you still my bestfriend? Will you still keep me from sinking? See I’m real good at swimming, but the ocean is a great big place. And I worry about the waves, and I worry you’re not safe. And I worry about myself, and these lonely nights at sea. If I can’t find you, will you find me?