Saltwater Heart
Talking to myself in a land locked parking lot
Cough drop dripping from my mouth like a long shot
My writers block ink, oh
Sick of all the small talk dripping non-stop
From the open mouth graves of the faux-hawk cinderblock malls
My blood clot pen, oh
Maybe I could break clean
Maybe I could break clean
When I’m on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
Like pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
When I’m 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 tear drop
With a saltwater heart, oh
It’s an abstract thought but I’ve been thinking non-stop
About the fact that my body’s made most out of rain drops
With a saltwater heart, oh
Maybe I could wash clean
Maybe I could believe
When I’m on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
Like pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
When I’m on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
Oh
Maybe I could wash clean
Maybe I could wash clean
All my land locked dreams
Maybe I could believe
When I’m on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
I can feel your open arms
Like pure emotion
I'm finally free again
Like my own explosion
When I’m on your shore again
I can feel the ocean
Oh
I can feel the ocean
Oh