floating through the ocean without a care in the world
just a single glance at you told me you were my girl
there was something inside of us that guided us here
as you're sitting on your towel and caressing a beer
i noticed that spark in your eyes had caused quite a stir
your laugh was as cool and as clear as i've ever heard

so meet me by the ocean tonight
when the edge of town feels just right
when the heavy starts to feel a bit light
when the wings you grew finally take flight

the lines on your face tell a story i've never heard
nor seen, blown to smithereens, you're a broken bird
with your wings growing back crookedly
the first time you saw will be the last time you see
i've seen this fifteen times before
the sixteenth won't mean much more
you're awfully late to the game you started yourself

your eyes once looked my way
floating in ***** water, unbathed
thinking i'm headed for a watery grave
because, to your eyes, i'm a slave
getting better at your favorite game

walking ever so slowly
down the sloping, lonely ramps
like no one's ever stared at you
you ignore my signals and signs
i'm calling your name quietly tonight
lookin' like i got into a fight
dancing over too you in the middle of my mind
i'm just trying to wind up finding your old signs
hanging in the doorway of your head
would i be crossing the line if i said
"before i saw you, i was the living dead"?

it really seems like everything was set up
looking up, not giving up
thought it was a waste of my time
until i got the courage to step over the line

swaggering smoothly toward me
trying & choosing to smoothly sway me
though i've seen your kind
i trip into your trap with eyes wide
animated lilies spring up around us
digital wind moves the grass, and i must
say that i think the ground feels familiar
beneath my feet, the soil's loose, you're my killer
i try to find your gaze, but it's lost in the dirt
never believe the words "this won't hurt"
that might be the biggest lie i've ever heard

I never knew you to be so coy
You're making me feel just like a boy
Usually you're all out there and that
Attracted me because I'm not like that
But when you tense up and hold me close
I couldn't be more confident that it's you that I chose

How dare you think I'd be that way
Was it something I do or something I say?
I'm a slave to repetition, I don't know why
It's all a competition, I just want my piece of the pie

the way the light shined through the windshield that night.
it awoke something in me. that unusual, beautiful sight.
i'd never known a girl that made my hands shake.
and then take mine in hers and hold them to make it better.

i like to think maybe it was too much coffee.
maybe i got too high, too drunk. i couldn't see.
but that's just a smaller lie that i tell myself.
it's true when they say "every little bit helps."
in reality though, it was unreal. insane bliss.
but i loved her to maybe too many bits.

i wrote something in a random bar bathroom.
i'd never done that before and it felt good.
it said something vague like "i wish i could make this better."
or stupid like "she blocked me, so now i'm sending her this letter."
whatever it was, it probably isn't there anymore, no.
but i hope it seeped into the walls.

I've been staring at my feet for a long time
Yeah, long time, no see
I've been trying to think of words to describe you
Yeah, but they never come to me
Now that your voice is just an echo
It's time for me to just be
But I'm not sure I'm ready

I'm not gonna wax poetic on you
Like I always used to try to do
Just trying to get the facts straight
I'm a detective but it might be too late
Your footsteps in the sand have faded
I'm trying to catch a ghost with no bait

I've been living right, yeah
But it doesn't really feel that way
You're a monochrome sight, yeah
Got me still wishin' that you stayed
Thinkin' while I'm filling up my ashtray
Johnny don't wanna work, don't wanna play

she said her daddy would beat her down
spent all my time trying to turn her around
when i see her smile fade into a frown
i goof around and turn myself into a clown

clowns feel everything and she knows that
always wondering what's the source of the attack
she's always looking back, always falling flat
but now she knows it's okay, knows i've got her back