QUICKSAND


They wanted to see me on the pavement
And I am
They wanted to strip off my feathers
And they have
They wished for my fire to quench
They hoped that my nails would break
Easily

They have won, I lost, I fell
I am on the floor, I don't
Think that I will ever
Crawl out of this quicksand

If you want a cheerful tale
All I got is pale and stale
Don't mind my fucked up mind
Replete with loose bolts and u-turns
Everyone around wants a crown
Everyone around seeks titles

They have won, I lost, I fell
I am on the floor, I don't
Think that I will ever
Crawl out of this quicksand

They can kill each other
Over offices and desks
I will go outside and
Sit on that green bench
And have a bite off this
Ripe pear

They have won, I lost, I fell
I am on the floor, I don't
Think that I will ever
Crawl out of this quicksand