it's like the rhythmic sound of the ocean seems to counteract
the electoshock of the day to day
the erratic sprawls of my brain

it's the most fucked up thing in the world
you are barely a boy I'm a terror of a girl

we're still unwritten
in the sense that I just don't know when to quit
we're still unwritten
in the end we're both no more than

unkempt hair and the lies so rarely told
open eyes and a heart of gold