Quicksand

I said,
Why do I always have to spell it out for you?
Our story is always changing.
We change it to hide the pain.

And when the truth rears,
its ugly head, it's all too late.
Too late for the omission,
That you kept inside and wished it was you.

Does it seem like the same man?
Doesn't seem the same at all.
I can feel myself fall, falling, down.
You can wave goodbye to your bad side,

And suppress the feelings that could hurt you mind.
There is no need for lies if the news ain't breaking.
Framework falling down on the downside,
Built on a weak spot,

Facts hiding in your mind,
Wait until the bomb drops.
We have more sense than lies.
The story is in our eyes.

Does it seem like the same man?
Doesn't seem the same at all.
I can feel myself fall,
Falling, down on the downside,

Built on a weak spot,
Facts hiding in your mind,
Wait until the bomb drops.
It doesn't seem like the same man?

Doesn't seem the same at all.
I can feel myself fall, falling, down.

To stand the test of time,
To stand alone.
To be without the glue,
That keeps us glued together.

And feeling so excrementable.
It only goes to show you,
How many ways you don't know you.
When the bad sets in,

I could use some sleep.
Resting, falling,
Falling deeper than deep.
We miss the point to carry on,

We miss the point.
To carry on where.
Things you love but did not get.
And all the times you've been upset by,

Unfulfilled dreams and visions,
And the guilt for your wrong decisions.
It's so hard to pry away.
Pry out from under all the lies,

And distractions of the world,
You've seen what they can do,
But you can't see your way out.
We miss the point to carry on.

All thing fall through.
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of Disappointment.
So unsatisfied,
When the sight's set higher.

Some can't achieve, don't believe,
There is light at the end at all.
There's no light.
Time to reach out for what's real,

It's easy to miss, insist,
That you shouldn't always follow the first thing you feel.