Quicksand - The Weeks

I know I’m supposed to talk about

The things I said just when I stormed out

But honestly I don’t remember much

My eyes were tired, my mouth was drunk

And all the windows are painted shut

I gotta get out, I gotta get out

To Hell with lies, we’ve lied too much

I gotta get out, I gotta get out

«Quicksand,» she said

«Let me run and get a rope.»

«Well, hold still,» she screamed

«If you panic it could take us both.»

«Quicksand,» she said

«Well, it’s best to pretend to float»

Oh, well you move too fast

And quicksand’s too slow

Rmember to chew, thn spit me out

I hope my name tastes bad in your mouth

Pushed his hair down in his face

A fake last name in a brand new place

He watched a lie become himself

Smiled a lot so no one could tell

Himself from no one good

Loved a man when no one could

But all the vultures circle me

I gotta get out, I gotta get out

A fresh, clean start, but afraid to leave

I gotta get out, I gotta get out

«Quicksand,» she said

«Let me run and get a rope.»

«Well, hold still,» she screamed

«If you panic it could take us both.»

«Quicksand,» she said

«Well, it’s best to pretend to float»

Oh, well you move too fast

And quicksand’s too slow

Threw his hands up into the sky

Said, «Strike me dead if I’ve told a lie,»

Promised he could fix himself

And slowly he learned to tell so well

Closed her eyes

Said, «I'm done with it,»

I gotta get out, I gotta get out

He’s a broken record, let him skip

I gotta get out, I gotta get out

«Quicksand,» she said

«Let me run and get a rope.»

«Well, hold still,» she screamed

«If you panic it could take us both.»

«Quicksand,» she said

«Well, it’s best to pretend to float»

Oh, well you move too fast

And quicksand’s too slow

Oh, well you move too fast

And quicksand’s too slow