Thick Sand

At the end of the day
The energy is curdled
She'd realize it's just a little
If the truth's somewhere in the middle

Somebody's says
Power comes at a cost
Best to have no thumbs that twiddle
And not preach your speech in riddles

I thought I played a good hand
But the cards turned to thick sand
I want to leave this place
But I can't stand
Down to me you talk as if
As if I'll understand then
Tell me how could you when
It's bent so bad
It cannot break
I'm learning

What good is change
If the reason gets lost
Does being that non-committal
Create a shade of strength that is brittle

Use is to waste
Love is to loss
Like the heat spent on the griddle
Trial that ends in an acquittal

Get caught holding a new hand
Every card turns to thick sand
With no need for faith
But some need to plan

Sounds to me like a cost as if
As if you've sold your land free
Tell me, how does it end?
Spites a man she cannot face
Bites a hand she cannot taste
Draws a line she will not trace
Until the morning