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