The Ocean Grew Hands To Hold Me

I stopped making deals with God

Right around when you left

I said that I would start believing

If they made you well again

Guess they knew it was bullshit

Never hold up my end

All the walls are stained in your nicotine

I could feel closing in

I heard somebody cry

I thought I was alone

I came to numb my lungs in the salt air

Let the breakers heal my bones

I wish that the current would carry me home

I've been running for a decade now

And I think I'm ready to go

Oh, I'm ready to go

I stopped making deals with God

When the light finally died

I'm gonna guard what's left of the good in us

When the ash blocks out the sky

And hold you with my left hand

And ball up my right

And if the bastards come for both of us

I'll be right there by your side

I'm by your side

When I was in shambles

When I got too weak

The ocean grew hands to hold me

When I was in shambles

When I got too weak

The ocean grew hands to hold me

I stopped blaming God

When you said you were sick

I learned to lean on the people who love me

When the sutures start to split

I trust in the current to pull you back in

I miss everyone at once

But most of all, I miss the ocean