It's hard enough that we're so far away
But we can't even seem to say what we want to say.
And
Maybe I'm digging up old hurt
But somedays it seems better to pray in a hearse.

It's hard enough that we're oceans apart
But we can't even seem to imprint tattoos on our hearts
And
Maybe the right waves haven't pulled us together
But I know in your arms, things will be better.