Quicksand

Well I'm sick of your excuses. I'm sick of your lies
I'm sick of you telling me every single time
That your broke
I can see that

Well I'm tired of cigarettes. I'm tired of cocaine
I'm tired of people telling me
I'm insane
Don't you think
That I know that

I hope the world would stop spinning for a second
So you'd fly off your horse
Into the desert
In the quicksand... quicksand

I'm sick of this shit. I'm sick of this band
And I'm almost sick of these one night stands
Don't you know
I don't need that

Well I'm tired of this stuff thats so overplayed. And I'm done with playing gigs and not getting paid
Don't you know
I can't do that

I hope the world would stop spinning for a second
So you'd fly off your horse
Into the desert
In the quicksand... quicksand

You better go out and get yourself a tattoo
And when you come back, bring some good news
Cause you're too young to be so sad
And you're too young to play the blues

To sing the blues, yeah to play the blues, come on Evan and play that blues
Let's take it to the bridge

You better go out and get yourself a tattoo
And when you come back, bring some good news
Cause you're too young to be so sad
And you're too young to play the blues

To sing the blues, yeah to play the blues, I wanna sing the blues

Well I'm sick of your excuses. I'm sick of your lies
I'm sick of you telling me every single time
That your broke
I can see that

Well I'm tired of cigarettes. I'm tired of cocaine
I'm tired of people telling me
I'm insane
Don't you think
That I know that

I hope the world would stop spinning for a second
So you'd fly off your horse
Into the desert
In the quicksand... quicksand

In the quicksand, in the quicksand, come on the quicksand



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Writer(s): E. Sheldon
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