saltwater heart

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