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