Holy holler, in the water Salt and sand erodes your blistered feet Holy holler, what a daughter Leave her breathing underneath the shallow sea Oxygen is running thin The icicles grow back here on shore
Coming out for the day You brought no blanket for us to lay upon Said your home was the sea Did you mean to say me Do you mean to say with medicine And everything else you put inside my pocket I’m not better now Nothing figured out I’m not better now
