Somebody please, just take me back to the beach.
The beach, where things are always simple.
My beach, where the cool salty air is eternal, and calming.
My place, where I've always gone, to think, scream, cry, pray, stare at the sky...
and then let die what's hurting me.
Digging my hands and toes into the soft sand anchors me to the world,
and then it sticks to me, and my car, and stays with us long after we depart.
But I have been so far away, for so long that nothing's left to keep me here.
It's starting to feel impossible to get back, perhaps it was even all a dream.
And now I'm directionless, purposeless, floating and in pain.
No ocean to cast my sins in, no sand to cradle me.
I've lost my beach, I've lost myself and somehow I'm still drowning.
I might could swim again, if only I could get back to my beach,
But I've lost my way, and my sand-less car and I are both to tired to go on.
