Saltwater Heart

Talking with myself in a land-locked parking lot

Cough drop tipping from my mouth like a love shot

My writer's block ink, oh, oh, oh

Sick of all the small talk, tripping non-stop

From the open-mouthed graves of the faux-hawk

Cinderblock mall, my blood clot pen, oh, oh, oh

Oh, maybe I could break clean

Yeah, maybe I could break clean

When I'm 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

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 your teardrop

With this saltwater heart, oh way 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 this saltwater heart, oh, oh, oh

Oh, maybe I could wash clean

Yeah, maybe I could believe

When I'm 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

When I'm on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Oh, maybe I could wash clean

Yeah, maybe I could wash clean

All my land-locked dreams

And maybe I could believe

When I'm 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

When I'm on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

Yeah! Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

I can feel the ocean

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh