Talking with myself in the middle of
Talking a cough drop tipping from my mouth like a love shot

My writer's blocking oh oh oh

Sick of all the small talk, tipping non-stop

In the open mouth crazy before we hug
So we got more, a blood clot pen oh oh oh

Oh maybe I could be clean

Yea, maybe I could be 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

Like my own explosion

We're on your shore again

I can feel the ocean

Saltwater running through my veins like a run spot
Like I got caught, saltwater like your teardrop

With this saltwater heart oh oh oh

Now it's a non-stop thought but I've been thinking non-stop

At the fact that my body's made most out of raindrops

With this 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

Like 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

On my land of 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