Where it lives - From the ocean

Turned brittle in a state so stale
Try to recollect some crippled ambitions
My life's on crutches
There's a rip in the sail
That's all right I never liked myself anyway
Real hard, real soft, real broken
Real cold, real damp, real swollen
Really deep where you'll never see no one
Dig me up from the bottom of the ocean

Dig me up from the bottom of the ocean
Drag me out, sell my bones for an Omen
Keep praying, keep wishing, keep hoping
Keep living while I'm here decomposing

Maybe next time I'll get buried in the dirt
And grow back as 6 foot thistle weed
It means nothing, fucking nothing at all
It's just the ground and the rain giving birth to me
Real hard, real soft, real broken
Real cold, real damp, real swollen
Really deep where you'll never see no one
Dig me up from the bottom of the ocean

Dig me up from the bottom of the ocean
Drag me out, sell my bones for an Omen
Keep praying, keep wishing, keep hoping
Keep living while I'm here decomposing

Written by:
Kent Kutney, Matt Pocock, Ryan Pocock

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