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