Sea-Salt Misfit

[Verse 1]
Loose change in my pocket
Sand stuck in my shoes
You said you wanted simple
Then handed me the rules
Ashtray on the windowsill
Lime wedge on the plate
You talk about forever
But you’re always running late
[Chorus]
I’m a sea-salt misfit, you’re a downtown saint
You paint inside the lines, I bleed through the paint
You want still water, I’m a crashing wave
But you keep coming back like I’m something you crave (oh)
Sea-salt misfit, too rough to save
Yet you keep coming back like I’m something you crave
[Verse 2]
We’re barefoot in the kitchen
Radio way too loud
You spin like it’s a ballroom
I sway out of the crowd
You sip your little sunset
I drink the bottom shelf
You say I’m always distant
I’m just hiding from myself
[Bridge]
Got your head on my shoulder
But your eyes on the door
Every time that you hold me
You want a little more
Say you hate that you love it
This beautiful mess we made
But you keep coming back
Yeah, you keep coming back
[Chorus]
I’m a sea-salt misfit, you’re a downtown saint
You paint inside the lines, I bleed through the paint
You want still water, I’m a crashing wave
But you keep coming back like I’m something you crave (yeah)
Sea-salt misfit, too rough to save
Yet you keep coming back like I’m something you crave

rap, Moody rap-rock crossover with a subtle bossa undercurrent: nylon-string guitar and brushed kit lay a swaying groove, then distorted power chords and live bass crash in on the hook. Male vocals: verses in deep, close-mic rap with laid-back pocket, choruses shouted and melodic with gang vocals. Occasional shaker and rim-clicks keep the sway; bridge strips back to just guitar and voice before a final explosive chorus., bossa nova, deep flow, rock