Your heart is a beach
Calm and empty
The horizon is just within reach
But you can't seem to navigate your sea
I should have put you back where you came from
You belong back at frat row
I can't make the sun set but I can sure as hell make it rise
Make it rise
Cascading ways
Like your emotional waves
Opening your legs
To all that enter your bays
Expose yourself on this low tide night
I should have put you back where you came from
You belong back at frat row
I can't make the sun set but I can sure as hell make it rise
Make it rise
Beta male trends say I should give you one last dance
Self proclaimed gods say I should occupy all her thoughts
Washing back to shore after another turbulent tempest
But you'll pull me out again with your lunar temptations