I think it’s time we cash in, your family pitched in while the air was cold.
I’m deep in the riptide with sand in my eyes.
You laugh when I cry.
One day I’ll die while at home in my bed--passing the way I lived:
Tossing back gin, absorbed in all my sins.
Sea-green. Sea-green.
Hey, hey, I think you’re forgetting, Ocean Eyes.
She looks better without her clothes (that used to be all the time).
And I will remember what her father said: “I better not find you in my daughter’s bed.”
That used to be all the time. And that used to be all the time.
I never liked the taste of wine--shoot bottle rockets at the lake.
I never liked your state of mind--and you wanted me to change.
It was the Fourth of July, we were running out of time.
And I still wish you were mine, but your god got in the way.
Sea-green. Sea-green.
Hey, hey, I think you’re forgetting, Ocean Eyes.
She looks better without her clothes (that used to be all the time).
And I will remember what her father said: “I better not find you in my daughter’s bed.”
That used to be all the time. And that used to be all the time.
And you will probably feel like I am the devil himself.
And you will probably heal when you’re sleeping with somebody else.