tHAt SiNkiNg feeliNg... - Hadji Gaviota, Ivy Sole

Stop and smell the rose

Planted in quicksand

Fall into your world yet again

And with all the tricks

You’ve got up your sleeve

It’s never a dull one, mon frere

Driving in my car, circa '99

Anchored on the pedal to go 45

Look who’s back in town, feign your surprise

You hunt me down, you know I’ll oblige, yeah

It’s just something 'bout that old thing, old thing

Oh you little poor thing, poor thing, oh

Don’t you know you’re hopeless?

Yeah

Stop and smell the rose

Planted in quicksand

Fall into your world yet again

And with all the tricks

You’ve got up your sleeve

It’s never a dull one, mon frere

My 4-Runner commissioned in '97

First owner made it to heaven, at least I hope so

Mama gifted it the day after her savior’s birthday

That sinking feeling festered, kinda got me in a chokehold

See I was born in a season that makes it hard to breathe

And I was torn from believing that you were hard to leave

We tiptoe around elephants in the room

Too consumed in that liquid truth, quicksand under our shoes

It’s just something 'bout that old thing, old thing

Oh you little poor thing, poor thing, oh

Don’t you know you’re hopeless?

Yeah

Stop and smell the rose

Planted in quicksand

Fall into your world yet again

And with all the tricks

You’ve got up your sleeve

It’s never a dull one, mon frere

Made it too easy, you know I’m alone (know I’m alone)

Made it too easy, you know I’m at home (know I’m alone)

Made it too easy, you know I’m alone, yeah

Oh yeah

Stop and smell the rose

Planted in quicksand

Fall into your world yet again

And with all the tricks

You’ve got up your sleeve

It’s never a dull one, mon frere

It’s never a dull one, mon frere