No wonder I want to run to the coast.
I want to be so very not close
To you and your fighting
That ends with me crying.

No wonder I want to be near the water
I'm sick of this game of 'well she's my daughter.'
I'd rather be in his great water lakes
Than to be around love that's so painfully fake.

No wonder I want to feel the wind under my sleeves
3 days before my birthday you said that you'd leave.
There's no point denying
All that you've caused me is coastal crying...