Beach Coma

i wish i had something to tell you
everything's coming up gray
now that I'm standing on the ocean throwing change

why am i trying to keep her
weighing me down when i know it's the same thing?
i'm a tape stuck on repeating
it's always been that way

so why do i feed this
thing that i hate inside of me?
blue and black bruise in my chest
my keepsake

everything's here but i'm moving
somebody dreams and i'm lying awake
placing puzzle pieces on the counter
in the wrong shape (yeah/yeah)

so why do i feed this
thing that i hate?
i thought i'd be cut from the tether
severing ties and moving on with my life
well, i'm trying

i can't feel it coming
i can't see the day when
the puzzle pieces on the counter
take shape

i wish i had something to tell you