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 your nicotine
I could feel closing in
I heard somebody cry
I thought I was alone
I came to numb my pain 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