West Coast

the sun is peeking over the ocean

and i can't remember how this felt

but now i know you have to blur the lines

we're waiting for fate to open up our eyes

it's a long drive for a long goodbye

my words are worthless and vaguely painted red

what did you say to me boy

you have nothing left to prove

then what are you running from my dear

secrets i've packed away that I can't even explain

we can talk this out

no we can't so

stay away boy

my heart is an empty room

can you tell me how we came to this

so broken we never could be fixed

how our memories just seem to swell the west coast is

growing old

while we are sitting growing cold and now it seems all we

have left to do is sing

my heart is an empty room