looklikealush:

The Format—Oceans

Aw you’ve got flaws
That you won’t admit
Yet you tell me it’s a sin
that I don’t believe in…
Yet you traded in your cross
for a chance to dance with stars
Now nothing is sacred

I’ve given thought to leaving
f-f-f-for sometime
If only I could read a map
My moat is New Mexico
so it’s you I wrote

I started sending you a note
Oh how I hope that you’re happy
I hear you’re somewhere in the sand
and how I wish I was an ocean
Maybe then,
I’d get to see you again