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 fucking 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!