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