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