Crawling to the ocean on bruised and bloody knees
The sand feels just like broken glass under me
Tossing and turning in what little sleep I get
Following the moon to satisfy my one regret
Fixated on light
The beach is a maze
Fight or flight
Sent to an early grave
Crawling to the ocean making my way down
The asphalt burns my fragile skin and I'm sticking to the ground
Tossing and turning til I get myself unstuck
As I approach a streetlight I feel my shell crushed under a truck
Truck
I didn't find the ocean, I followed a lie
Food for the vultures as I throw up my insides