Talking with myself in a land-locked parking lot

Cough drop dripping from my mouth like a long shot

My writer's blocking oh oh oh

Sick of all the small talk, dripping non-stop

From the open-mouth graves of the faux hawk cinder block malls

My blood clot pen oh oh oh

Oh maybe I could break clean

Yea, maybe I could break clean

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

I can feel your open arms

That pure emotion

I'm finally free again

By my own explosion

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

Saltwater running through my veins like a blind spot

Like I got caught, saltwater like a teardrop

With a saltwater heart oh oh oh

Now it's an abstract thought but I've been thinking non-stop

'bout the fact that my body's made most out of raindrops

With a saltwater heart oh oh oh

Oh maybe I could wash clean

Yea maybe I could believe

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

I can feel your open arms

That pure emotion

I'm finally free again

By my own explosion

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

Maybe I could wash clean

Yea maybe I could wash clean

All my land-locked dreams

And maybe I could believe

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

I can feel your open arms

That pure emotion

I'm finally free again

Like my own explosion

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

I can feel the ocean