bitter cold and salty memories

the coast dissolves in oceans arms

the stale salt scent of the oceans breeze 

the waves call to me in picture frames

i want nothing better than to stay

i’m looking through the window at the still sand 

people with colored boards in hand

silhouettes of crowds you’ll never see in these empty spacious streets

i’ll find my way back just give it time

ocean please drift me towards a place

on your sparkling salty waves

where i may find a new vacated town

crowded with familiar architecture 

a place where the cold sand filled breeze won’t make my face sting

could there be nothing better than the waves that guided me

i don’t feel at home anywhere i go

i keep filling my head with the lies of an unfiltered future

the radio waves of a kind that aren’t familiar

knuckles clenched til white

why am i leaving this paradise

in this city i can feel their stares

and theres same scent of salty iced cold air

maybe i was boring