Ocean Of You, Too

I wanna know why you’d put yourself down, twice over again
When you can see that I’m pretty stressed out, and I’m paying the rent
For a couple of outbound, south-flown flights, over my head
Where you spit until the hair comes out your mouth or you’re hungry again
And I am looking for an ocean of you

Across a couple of hundred satellites, obscuring my view
I need you now, but I’m not home
Believe me now, but there I go
I am looking for an ocean of you

We believe that we’ve really knocked out the source of the pain
And he can hear us even though he’s not around, he’s sleeping in bed
Addressing a couple of things he saw last night
He thought them, up in his head
Wondering why he’s really even got a mouth if it’s spitting at him

While I am looking for an ocean of you
Across a couple of hundred satellites, obscuring my view
I need you now, but I’m not home
Believe me now, but there I go
I am looking for an ocean of you
I am looking for an ocean of you

Your December only comes on a Sunday once again
I keep feeling like your portrait, like you’re my only friend
There is hurting and there’s burning, on a Sunday once again
There is hurting and there’s burning, it depends on what I’ve said
It depends on what I’ve said
It depends on what I’ve said
It depends on what I’ve said
It depends on what I’ve said

ocean of you, too

i wanna know why you’d put yourself down, twice over again
when you can see that i’m pretty stressed out, and i’m paying the rent
for a couple of outbound, south-flown flights, over my head
where you spit until the hair comes out your mouth or you’re hungry again
	
and i am looking for an ocean of you
across a couple of hundred satellites, obscuring my view
i need you now, but i’m not home
believe me now, but there i go
i am looking for an ocean of you

we believe that we’ve really knocked out the source of the pain
and he can hear us even though he’s not around, he’s sleeping in bed
addressing a couple of things he saw last night
he thought them, up in his head
wondering why he’s really even got a mouth if it’s spitting at him

while i am looking for an ocean of you
across a couple of hundred satellites, obscuring my view
i need you now, but i’m not home
believe me now, but there i go
i am looking for an ocean of you
i am looking for an ocean of you

your december only comes on a sunday once again
i keep feeling like your portrait, like you’re my only friend
there is hurting and there’s burning, on a sunday once again
there is hurting and there’s burning, it depends on what i’ve said
it depends on what i’ve said
it depends on what i’ve said
it depends on what i’ve said
it depends on what i’ve said