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The Pacific

 

The Pacific

(album: Crushed - 2022)


I like it better when I'm alone
But not like this
I like it when it's a choice
And not a prior commitment
'Cause all the time and the distance
Has got me feeling like a kid
And I wanna take the next flight home

But I'll be back for the summer
Where my Momma moved all my things
To the room by the front door
'Cause it was smaller and empty
I'll be back for the summer
New number and a couple other friends
That I don't talk to anymore
'Cause the talk is smaller and empty

And I'm feeling like I'm sleeping
In the middle of the ocean
It's the closest I can be
To you and them and me
'Cause to be everywhere is nowhere
And I'm caught there in-between
It's the closest I can be simultaneously

How many of us are in The Pacific?
How many lovers drowned in their ambition?
'Cause baby it felt like a minute
And I know change is slow
But all my friends are different now
How long have I been gone?

I left you stateside
Call you after midnight
You can make me feel right (feel right)
When the seas get rough
We'll dream of a timeline
When I got my money right
And we don't have to worry 'bout
A long haul flight (alright)
When the times get tough

And I'm feeling like I'm sleeping
In the middle of the ocean
It's the closest I can be
To you and them and me
'Cause to be everywhere is nowhere
And I'm caught there in-between
It's the closest I can be simultaneously

(I'm homesick but I don't know
I don't know where home is)

How many of us are in The Pacific?
How many nights will I lie under a different sky
Wishing you were under mine?
How many souls are lost to The Pacific?
How many sleepless nights does it elicit?
I'm just trynna keep my head up, up above
Above The Pacific

(I'm homesick but I don't know where home is)

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