Took me down the West Coast;
you were right there, wind in my hair.
June in my summer clothes,
said I was rare,
nothing compared.
Wind changed on the West Coast;
left me right there, rain in my hair.
Wide-eyed in my drenched clothes.
Words that you said
repeat in my head.
Left my pride by the coast, while I
seek out another high.
Left my heart by the coast, and
let it sink into the sand.
Chorus
What I need and what I seek
are two seperate things indeed.
Cut me deep, and watch it bleed;
my insecurity.
So I cling to the nearest lips
let love slip through my fingertips
'cause I'm never enough
so I keep showing off
my desperate love.
But back on the West Coast;
violet skies, he's got your eyes.
But I already know
by the end of the dog days, he'll be on his way.
Left my pride by the coast, while I
seek out another guy.
Left my heart by the coast, and
let it sink into the sand.
Chorus
What I need and what I seek
are two seperate things indeed.
Cut me deep, and watch it bleed;
my insecurity.
So I cling to the nearest lips
let love slip through my fingertips
'cause I'm never enough
so I keep showing off
my desperate love.
What I need, what I seek.
Cut me deep, and watch it bleed.
You set me out on an ocean of doubt.
Led to believe that I couldn't be
someone without,
so I'm never without.
Chorus
What I need and what I seek
are two seperate things indeed.
Cut me deep, and watch it bleed;
my insecurity.
So I cling to the nearest lips
let love slip through my fingertips
'cause I'm never enough
so I keep showing off
my desperate love.
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