Quicksand

If I hold on much longer I might break my hands

I must respect the space you have but you tread in my lands

And all things aside I know we both know where we stand I’m stuck here

And you’re there and that’s it

Let it go

This quicksand it pulls me under

It pulls me underneath her

And I’m learning how to live with my unintended consequences

While you’re busy jumping fences

Afraid to stay in one spot for too long

Biting the bait

Pulling me down

Telling myself to rebuild and rebound

Yet always hoping to see you around

Cause that’s my idea of safe and sound

But I’d rather gamble lose all and face death

Than f**king rot here exhausted from this waste of breath

I always waste my breath

This quicksand it pulls me under

It pulls me underneath her

And I’m learning how to live with my unintended consequences

While you’re busy jumping fences

Afraid to stay in one spot for too long

I’m trying hard

Real hard

Everyday not to lose my temper

I’m trying hard

Real hard

Everyday not to lose my temper

I’m trying hard

Real hard

Everyday not to lose my temper

I’m trying hard

Real hard

Everyday not to lose my temper