I'm weak, and bitter all around the edges Ambidextrous with the ways that complain Last week, a million little broken pieces Of the genius I had left began to drain Can we just leave To an island I can hibernate and finally begin to call my home Whoa We don't need sleep We'll just drive on through to morning, California's just as boring as we roar into the ocean Baby It rained for seven days, we never really got over it Because it never really rains like this and We stayed at heaven's gates I've been at motel openings Because what's heaven without a guest list We're not on Somebody find me Somebody find me floating face down, cleansed And clenching fist to let go would be sac religious, The blood begins to rush back to my fingers once I do Go sleep Kinda where the rocks are Kinda where my thoughts are off the shore Those trees Behind them there's an ocean It reminds me of a story and the woes we left at heaven's door It rained for seven days We never really got over it Because it never really rains like this We stayed at heaven's gates I've been at motel openings Because what's heaven without a guest list we're not on Somebody find me, somebody find me floating face down Cleansed, and clenching fist, to let go would be sac religious The blood begins to rush back to my fingers once I do