Trying to tell myself you're nothing special
You're fucking nothing to me
Lying to myself through my teeth
The way you used your words
Put me under some sort of spell
A hold I can't shake
Like quicksand
You were everything while you were nothing
I'm empty
I'm empty
I'm empty
A neverneding scab you pick at
My hands
My hands
My hands
Your touch ruined me
Now, just a small ghost haunting the back of your mind
As you haunt mine
That fateful night
When the feelings crashed suddenly into me
What have you done?
Your waves swept me into a dream from which I can't wake
Like quicksand
I drew you in
Like quicksand
You walked right in
Like quicksand
Like quicksand
Like quicksand
Like quicksand
Towers and lookouts and birthdays and ghosts and hands and smiles and eyes and coats and couches and cats and broken glass and fucking broken screens and false promises and no self-restraint
Hardness and softness
Falling apart at the seams
All sucked into the mess we made
Into the quicksand
Your words were like quicksand
Bath and forth between struggling and givbing in
Sinking
Sinking
Sinking
No one warned us about these black hole energy vortexes in our hearts
Like quicksand
Your emptiness and mine
Quicksand
I'm heavy
I'm heavy
I'm heavy
I need a hand
Out of this quicksand
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