You say you miss the beach
Well honey
I'm landlocked.
I can't throw a paper airplane worth beans
The water is all dried up
The surfers left
The music stopped
long before you got here.
But I want to be what you think I am
Because that's better than the truth
So I'd make a paper airplane
I'd learn to surf
I'd buy out every band on the planet
for you.
I may be able to live without you
But it fucking sucks
And I want you back right now
But if you aren't ready to talk yet
That's okay
I'll be here.
You say you miss the beach
Well honey
I'm landlocked.
But if you bring the flood
I've got the sand.
