an ode to beach weak.

an ode to beach weak...

i'm falling face first into a painting
of a hallucinogenic sunset
at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach

well i'm the boy on the beach with the guitar
all the sharks' beretta's go
"click click click click click click click!!"
we're the band on the stage at the wedding
by the sea with frozen t-t-t-t-tidal waves

alright, she's a concubine turned trophy wife
he's a high profile ceo
all the seagulls mutter
"what'cha doing with your life?"
and vomit laugh tracks on your lead solos

brittle, brittle moon!
we're grieving for you
brittle, brittle moon!
held together with glue
and we sing
"everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
and fall face first into another painting

i'm falling face first into a painting
of a hallucinogenic seascape
at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach

i'm the boy in the sharkskin tuxedo
all my friends are screaming,
"yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!!"
my agent said i should chew off my own face
i have no taste and anything could help

sing it again, "three cheers for opportunity!"
this is the year of speedboats and summer homes
still the seagulls mutter
"what'cha doing with your life?"
and vomit laugh tracks on your career goals

brittle, brittle moon!
we're grieving for you
brittle, brittle moon!
held together with glue
and we sing
"everybody's waiting for you to drop!"
and fall face first into another painting

at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach

at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach

at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach

at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach

at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah!
vital beach, vital beach