The seashell you held to my ear felt   Like all of your tears    In the form of a wave   And these beach house memories   Are taking ahold of me   Like you did when I went away   And oh, oh it's nothing like I planned at all   Sand just falls, ohh oh.      Oh it's nothing like how we planned at all   I planned it all   We move in mysterious ways   One mold of incompetence   One sleeping in grace   We didn't save all the mistakes to be made   Until it was one day too late      Storm,   Oh such black navigation   Oh navigator take us further out to sea   These precious few   Such indifferent   Perfumed in that chamomille dream like state   And oh, oh it's nothing like I planned at all   The sand it just falls apart      Isn't it nothing like how we planned it all   And we planned it all   We move in mysterious ways   One move of incompetence   When walking towards grace   We didn't catch all the mistakes that we made      Misguided    We pretend   We resent it grows harder to grow farther apart   We've been equiped   With cold fingertips   And our lips   Were not meant for this kiss      Paper   A coma   Seven gray pills that I popped in the car   Just to help me sit still   And I'm not trying to be   Anything but gone   Until it was just one day too late