Oh I'm knocking down these buildings
Like I'm breaking through these feelings
Stepping on the dreams in my head

And I'm feeling kinda angry
But my attitude will vary
All the things you think I might've said

When you think I'm coming home
Lock the door leave me alone
Run into the ocean instead
And I think I'll try and give you up
Running pretty low on luck
Covered in the sheets of my bed

Covered in the sheets of my bed

So I'm running through this ocean
Flailing in its motion
All the love I had for you is dead
There's a fire for your fury
And a gavel for your jury
And a place that you can claim in my stead

So I'm running through this town in black
Leather jeans and stupid hats
To be or not to be's what he said
And I think I'll try and give you up
Running pretty low on luck
Covered in the sheets of my bed